Of Owls, Brooms and Cauldrons (Arkaniel and Rosanthal)
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				Title: <strong>Of Owls, Brooms and Cauldrons (Arkaniel and Rosanthal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 01:47:43</strong>
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				<br><br>Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Castle looked as imposing and magnificent as ever. Grey granite stone, dark roof tiles and the largest, most amazing glass-in-lead windows of Britain drew the attention of all that approached the Ancient school time after time. It was an impressive sight, even after five years of schooling here. And against the early dusk of September, all the way up north, near the border between Scotland and England, the thousands of lights glittering from all of the smaller windows made for a welcoming sight.<br><br>The students had just stepped off of the Hogwarts Express, and were now riding towards the castle in the Thestral-drawn carriages. And as many of the students had been of a self-aware age during the Voldemort War, many of them had seen death, and thus could see the reptile looking winged horses that were the Thestrals.<br><br>One of these students was Alex Summers, a bright Ravenclaw, of a poorer Pureblood family, that had amazingly survived the war even when they chose not to join Voldemort. They had been attacked, with his uncle dying in the assault, before the Aurors arrived and chased off the Death Eaters. That had been a mere few weeks before the Dark Lord disappeared and was reported dead, the Halloween of 1981. In 1982, Alex started attending Hogwarts, as a first year. <br><br>Being sorted in Raveclaw was the first inkling, but soon, his academic record proved he could bring back some fame and money to his family. He excelled in all of his classes, and was the top student of their year. Or at least had top two scores in all of his classes. There was one Gryffindor girl that apparently was on par with him in the grade-department. Not that he cared that much. He wasn’t trying to be the best to be able to gloat over others. He wanted to be the best for himself, to have the knowledge and the grades to pick any career he wanted. And he had proven himself, as he had gotten Outstanding OWLs in all subjects except Divination, which he hadn’t taken. His Transfiguration as well as his Charms and Arithmancy exams had gone so well, that he was already on the watch list for possible Masteries in those subjects, having displayed the talent that Masters were looking for in potential apprentices. He still needed to complete his NEWTs, though.<br><br>Now, as a Sixth year, a Prefect, and hopefully in line to become the next Head Boy, Alex was feeling quite proud of himself. Even if he was not very popular on the social playground. He was considered to be a real nerd, even by Ravenclaw standards, as he showed little interest for Quidditch and pranks, or any of the other fun stuff. He couldn’t help it, but expanding his knowledge and since shortly working on his own spells, as well as his Animagus transformation consumed all his time and was fun to him. Next to that, he also had his Prefect duties, which he performed diligently. He did his best, though, to not be a nag about the rules, and to let harmless fun be just that. No need to be strict about pranks that didn’t harm anyone, and were just aimed to make people laugh.<br><br>Still, he was a friendless, studious boy. Nevertheless, he, too, had gone through the final stages of his puberty during the summer, and had an interest in girls. He barely got any attention from them, though, as he was to shy to initiate any conversation, and considered too boring to be pursued by anyone, except maybe some really desperate girls. He hadn’t encountered any of those, though. There was one girl he had a bit of a crush on. She was, coincidentally enough, the Gryffindor that shared his top student spot. However, she was popular, unlike him, and amazingly beautiful, at least to his eyes. Unfortunately, he would never dare speak to her, as a lot of his focus when encountering her was used to prevent himself from blushing as red as a tomato. It would only lead to him being teased more by his classmates.<br><br>Sitting at the Ravenclaw table, all students were now waiting for the First years to be Sorted, so they could finally eat. Being left out of the conversations of his classmates, as most usually ignored the tall, slender, black haired boy, Alex worked on his newest spell, scratching down some words and arithmetic formulas on a piece of parchment. With some luck, he would soon have his own signature spell. It was said that every great wizard, especially those that frequented the Duelling tracks, had their signature spell for combat, and Alex really intended to make a name for himself. He knew he was powerful, as spells came to him easily, and he could cast more powerful and more numerous spells than several others in his classes, without getting exhausted. <br><br>He glanced up, when the sorting started, catching sight of the gorgeous Gryffindor of which he barely even knew the name. As he caught her eyes, his icy blue ones meeting hers, he felt his cheeks heating, and flooding with hints of red, before he looked down again, embarrassed, as he tried to focus on his spell again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Owls, Brooms and Cauldrons (Arkaniel and Rosanthal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Chevalier</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 04:31:46</strong>
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				On this glorious Fall afternoon sixth year Gryffindor Amelia, or Millie as she preferred to be called by her peers, walked into The Great Hall with a spring in her step and a smile worn across her full rosy lips. The girl gracefully walked over to the Gryffindor table and then sat herself down next to sixth year Taiser Culiver. The two had been close friends every since they were sorted into Gryffindor on their first day at the castle. It was rare to see one without the other and for years rumors of the two making out and secretly dating had been circulating around the halls, despite how vehemently they denied these assumptions. Simply put, the two were perfect for one another, and neither belonged in Gryffindor…<br><br>Millie came from a long line of affluent Ravenclaws. Her parents had worked at the Ministry of Magic, as well as her grandparents, and her great grandparents, and so on and so forth. Members of the Clearwater family had always been Ravenclaws. To make things worse, Millie’s twin sisters had left Hogwarts only a few years ago, with top marks and the emblem of a raven on her robes. It is no surprise that the poor girl’s mother nearly had a heart attack upon hearing that her daughter had been sorted into Gryffindor. Fearing that her daughter would be associating with hooligans and riffraff, the woman protested, stating that the hat had made a grave miscalculation. Despite offering money and artifacts, among other things, Dumbledore would not hear her complaints, making the decision to keep young Millie Clearwater in the house the hat had chosen for her. <br><br>Despite this tumultuous start to her career at Hogwarts, Millie soon took off like a Gryphon, taking her rightful place at the top of the pack. As early as her second year at Hogwarts, the young girl showed an affinity for Dueling, casting such spells with an ease that most seventh years hardly possessed. Not only this, but she was also exceptionally bright, excelling in all of her classes… save for potions, where she was a complete, and absolute failure. On top of this, she not only excelled in the classroom but also in social situations. Her bright and cheery personality won her many friends and her stunning features drew in much attention from the males at the school.<br><br>Millie was a short girl, standing just a fraction of a millimeter over five feet and five inches, but she had a feminine figure with curves in all of the right places. Her waist was small, her belly was flat, her hips were wide and her perky, round breasts perfectly filled out a B-cup sized bra. Long locks of bright red hair flowed past her shoulders to the bottoms of her shoulder blades, the ends of her hair picking up into perfect ringlets that bounced around playfully with each and every step she took. The girl gazed out at the world with bright emerald green eyes that shone with a brilliance of a thousand stars and her features were soft and delicate. Her complexion was smooth and her skin was pale with a like sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, as well as the tops of her shoulders. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Irish blood ran through her veins. <br><br>After having a few good laughs with her dear friend and comrade Taiser, the girl got up and began walking over towards the Ravenclaw table. On her way over the girl caught site of a fellow sixth year by the name of Alex, her own emerald eyes locking with his for a split second before flicking away and looking at another, seventh year June Alabaster. Six weeks before the end of last years session June became Millie's first boyfriend, their sudden 'togetherness' came as a shock to the school since she had always professed a preference towards staying single. Regardless of this, from the outside their relationship seemed as close to perfect as possible; both were prominent members of their respective houses and June was certainly no eye sore with his well chiseled features and gorgeously toned build. In public the two never kissed or got very physical in any manner but they did hold hands, sit close, and Millie was always laughing at his high-brow humor with a smile plastered across her face.<br><br>Walking past Alex, the girl made her way to the end of the table where June was socializing with his friends, a tight knit group of fellows whose popularity seemed to know no bounds. Millie stopped behind him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and then leaned in close to his ear as she slid her hand down his chest. The girl whispered something in June’s ear that caused him to grin in a devilish manor. Just as soon as she had appeared, the girl leaned up and turned on the balls of her feet, heading back towards her own table.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Owls, Brooms and Cauldrons (Arkaniel and Rosanthal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 05:18:37</strong>
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				Alex sighed to himself. For him, the day was less glorious. Sure, he had handed in his first essays, and had gotten a lot of recognition from the professors about his magnificent OWL results, even an implied congratulations from Snape of all people. But he was still the social outcast of Hogwarts. It was still uncool to talk to him, even after he had grown up into a more handsome guy instead of just a scrawny boy, with his latest summer growth spurt. Girls just ignored him. Boys just ridiculed him, for his book-loving ways. <br><br>Last night, one of them even had the gall to suggest that he cast a Silencing Charm, to make sure the others didn’t have to stomach his ‘special private time’ with his latest book. By Merlin, if he hadn’t been so focussed on trying to get the Head Boy badge, he would have cursed Allan Brecks into oblivion. And possibly his other dorm mates as well, as they all burst out laughing. It was very humiliating. <br><br>Throughout the day, he had been toying with the idea&nbsp; of setting up a prank as payback. But he had no real experience, and didn’t want to run the risk of being caught. He couldn’t afford to. But one day, one day soon even, he would show them all up. His ambition was to one day be as widely known for his power and knowledge as Dumbledore himself. He had to. He would not be satisfied with anything less.<br><br>There was one bright spot to his new year at Hogwarts, though. As NEWTs weren’t taken by everyone, as not everyone qualified, and some just had jobs lined up for them on mere OWLs, or were too poor to pay for more, the classes were a lot smaller than before. Small enough that all houses sat together for all classes. This meant he spent every class they shared, which were practically all of them, with Amelia Clearwater. His crush. He had found himself distracted during the lessons, gazing from time to time at her, admiring her flawless, lightly freckled skin, her long red hair that fell in attractive ringlets, her sweet, soft voice and the greenest eyes he had ever seen.<br><br>As he was waiting for dinner to arrive on the tables, Alex sighed dreamily, before shrugging himself and focussing on his essay, even as right at that moment, Amelia made eye contact for just a second, causing him to blush brightly, again, as she headed for her boyfriend. Right, her boyfriend. June Alabaster. Seventh year Ravenclaw. One of the top students of his year. Quidditch Captain. All around popular guy and pretty much the so called King of their House, as well as one of the lead bullies gunning for Alex. He stood no chance, as the guy was smart, of a rich family, successful, with a contract for the Tornadoes lined up, and incredibly good looking. Alex just couldn’t compete. He would need several years before his power would be shown off properly and would start gaining him recognition, unless something unique happened. He usually didn’t have that kind of luck, though.<br><br>Feeling a little bit of jealously welling up, Alex watched secretly as Amelia hung over her boyfriend, her hand on his chest, as she whispered something into his ear. Oh, right now, Alex wished for the first time ever he could have been June for those few moments. Moments later, Amelia was walking off, coming his direction, passing by him. Just as she was at his height, he turned to look at her properly, feeling himself blush and smiling a bit goofily as he stammered, “Hi… Am… Amelia…”, before he turned away, ducking his head, focussing on his notes, completely embarrassed. Oh Merlin, just kill him now…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Owls, Brooms and Cauldrons (Arkaniel and Rosanthal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Chevalier</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 03:57:29</strong>
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				On her way back to her own table Millie could have sworn she heard someone calling out her name. The girl stopped in her tracks and took a quick look around, surveying the tables around her. She saw a group of young Ravenclaws socializing, a few Slytherins gossiping about something, as well as a group of jocks competing to see who could shove the most food down their gullet. Figuring none of these was the culprit; the girl’s bright eyes fell upon a sixth year Ravenclaw who was busy pouring himself over a mound of books. <br><br>He looked familiar. Tilting her head to the side, the girl stared at the back of his head and thought hard before it hit her. This was Alex Summers; he was a Prefect, a Ravenclaw, and the only one who managed to consistently out score her in half of her classes. She had waved to him in the hallways on occasion but they had never actually spoken to one another. Deciding he was the one who had called her name, Millie took a step closer to where he was seated and tapped him lightly on the shoulder to get his attention. “Well hello there…” She began, leaning over his shoulder just a bit so that she could get a better look at what he was studying. “I do hope I’m not being a bother.” The girls voice was soft and sweet, a pleasing noise to the ears that flowed from her mouth like honey. <br><br>“Oh!” She jumped lightly as the thought hit her, cocking her head to the side in an adorable fashion that caused her curls to bounce around. “Please, call me Millie, hardly anyone calls me Amelia.” As she spoke there was a friendly smile across her lips that not only brightened up her features but also warmed the air around her. Even though Millie was considered popular by most, the young woman was still friendly to everyone, unless they gave her a solid reason not to be.<br><br>June leaned back and looked across the room at Millie, standing with the geek and appearing to have a conversation with him. Letting out a deep-throated laugh, June made a crude joke to his friends and then dismissed it. He had nothing to worry about! Alex was a social out cast, a looser, and a freak; a kid like that couldn’t even dream about getting a girl like Millie. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Owls, Brooms and Cauldrons (Arkaniel and Rosanthal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 22:34:56</strong>
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				Still embarrassed at what he had done, and easily noticing the mocking the ones sitting around him were doing, laughing at him and his foolishness in his attempt to draw the attention of the prettiest girl in the school… the taken prettiest girl at that. Business as usual in other words, as they were always making fun of him. Alex shrugged it off and attempted to clear his mind, trying to focus on his notes again. They had to write an essay on Animation Charms. Alex had luckily already mastered them, despite them being quite difficult. Not having a social life gave one a lot of time to practice spells in an empty classroom. <br><br>Just then, however, he noticed a shadow falling over the parchment he was writing on. Before he could look up and see what had caused it, he noticed the hushed silence around him, a silence that was then broken by a sweet voice that almost tasted like honey to his ears. Oh Merlin… He felt his heart flutter, before it dropped, into his stomach, making him feel all fluttery and tingly, but also nearly sick with nerves. He recognized that voice easily.<br><br>“No… Eh no, you aren’t a bother, really”, he stammered, before she asked him to call her Millie, as his eyes were locked on to her bouncing red curls, mesmerizing him, contrasting with her pale, creamy skin and freckles. He felt himself burning with a rising blush, and ducked his head, as he continued stammering. “All right… Millie. I am Alex.”<br><br>He didn’t know what else he was supposed to say. He didn’t know what to do, faced with the girl he was crushing on, that coincidentally was one of the most popular girls in the castle. He noticed how she had looked at his notes and books and slid to the side a bit, giving her a better view.<br><br>“I am working on the essay from Professor Flitwick. Animation Charms are pretty interesting. Did you study up on them already?”<br><br>He could hit himself for the head. Amelia paid attention to him, and he had to ruin it by starting to talk about schoolwork, like the bookworm he was. His shoulder sagged a bit, as he was about to turn back around, quite certain she would simply walk off.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Owls, Brooms and Cauldrons (Arkaniel and Rosanthal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Chevalier</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 05:41:45</strong>
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				As she spoke with the male Millie didn’t even notice that others around them were scoffing. Laughing lighting, Millie placed on of her delicate hands on his shoulder and gently pushed him forward just a bit as a playful gesture. “Of course I know you’re name. We have several classes together this term.” Once again the girl let out a good-hearted laugh, a joyous sound that was delightful to hear. “And of course, you’re the only one who can consistently out do me academically.” Millie wasn’t acting overly friendly to him because he was considered a ‘looser’, or even feigning interest in talking to him. This girl was genuinely engaged in the conversation. <br><br>When he mentioned school work Millie did the exactly opposite of turn around and walk away. Instead, she leaned forward and placed both of her hands on the table where he had slid to the side, allowing the table to support all of her weight as she leaned in. She didn’t sit down, but she had moved closer to him; Millie was almost close enough for him to feel her warm breath brushing up against his skin when she spoke. <br><br>“Animation Charms… they are tricky.” She began, sounding just a bit frustrated at the mere mention of them. “I read the chapters and I’ve practiced the spell but I haven’t gotten the charm to work right just yet.” Millie sighed lightly, thinking about her miserably failed attempts at properly casting the charm. “Last night I managed to get my dresser to move about the room, but then something went wrong and it spat out all of my clothes, tossing them about the room! That stupid charm had me cleaning up for what felt like hours.” The girl was half complaining and half joking, making grand arm gestures as she mentioned her clothes flying all over the place. Millie’s personality was just a vivacious as the color of her hair. <br><br>“I’m just not terribly apt at casting charms.” She admitted openly, a fact that very few people knew about her. By nature, Millie just wasn’t a charm caster. Her personality, her energy; it just didn’t vibe with ninety percent of all charms. She was, on the other hand, exceptionally gifted with offensive spells…<br>
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