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1975. A time of struggle for muggles and wizards alike. While the cold war is at its height, the wizarding world is faced with a war of its own. The Daily Prophet has reported nothing but bad news as of late. There have been disappearances, murders, dark marks in the sky, and sightings of strange men in masks. Whispers say this is all the work of the Dark Lord, an enemy so formidable no one dares to speak his name.

A dark cloud hangs over Hogwarts, for even its peace has been disturbed. The promise of a new academic year and its would-be adventures are instead shrouded in unspeakable fear. There are those who come to Hogwarts with dark intentions and even darker magic. No one knows who they are. They stay in the shadows, bearing the faces of old friends or foes, whispering, scheming...

In this age of growing racial prejudice, the well-being of half-breeds and muggle borns hang in the balance.

Hogwarts is no longer safe.
Current Chapter 6: A Solemn Supper

Date: Wednesday, October 8 1975
Time: 6pm
Event: Feast at the Great Hall
Weather: Cloudy

Hogwarts opens its great doors once more, though the students that choose to remain are anything but great in number. If, at the beginning of the school year, the halls were flooded with streams of black robes, it is now reduced to a trickle. And what would customarily be an exited hubbub is now uncomfortably quiet, occasionally permeated by whispers of uncertainty and fear.

Something about Hogwarts has changed. Something more than the Chamber of Secrets being opened then closed once again. Something more than the appointment of the new Headmaster Demetrius Creed, whose very existence seems to be shrouded in mystery. Hogwarts itself seems foreboding somehow. Like some dark and evil spirit has possessed its very walls. For the castle towers now stood frowning upon the encroaching students like it loathes for them to come back. There will be no warm welcome, no semblance of a joyous celebration to be had. There is only the beginnings of an omen.

But even in the darkness, there is hope. The two students who fell victim to the Basilisk are now cured and well, even if the trauma remains with them and will haunt their dreams for some time.

Today, they will be rejoining their classmates who, upon their arrival, are immediately ushered into the Great Hall for supper. There, half the former staff awaits them upon their usual seats at the great table, whilst the other half seems to have been replaced by unknown and unwelcoming new faces. The usual seat of the Headmaster is curiously empty.
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Joan Lambert
SEVENTH YEAR GRYFFINDOR
That voice was painfully familiar.

“What is it, asshole day?” Joan groaned, trying to muster a great deal of patience not to roll her eyes in Sanguine’s direction. But patience was something she did not have. A sardonic smile spread across her face, but just as she opened her mouth to retort, Cyrus appeared just in time to distract her.

In response, Joan nudged in Sanguine’s direction. And just like that, her friend came to the rescue just as Joan had done for Henry earlier.

With a snicker, the short girl finally faced Sanguine. She crossed her arms and regarded the girl with her head tilted high, as though making up for whatever she lacked in height. “Guess you’re outnumbered. Run along and waste someone else’s time…” Then, in a lower voice, “Bitch.”

@Bubbly Potions
@Princess Poisoned Rose
@Sanguine Fox


Theme Song: Fuck the People - The Kills
Art:
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ALISTAIR BLACKBOURNE

Alistair barely heard the sound of cracking glass over the mayhem. His attention was all on Rosa the entire time.

“Yes, all this noise is very relaxing. It’s exactly my idea of a dream vacation,” he retorted, the corners of his lips almost twitching into a smile before he caught himself, “In fact, it’s so relaxing, I could sleep right here.”

As he was saying this, he noticed Echo some ways away with another girl. Their eyes met for just a split second, before Alistair’s attention was diverted to something else.

“Congratulations on becoming Head Boy, and sorry for no congratulations earlier.”

He turned towards the source of the voice. It seemed Percy had had quite a lot to drink, if her tone and expression were any indication. Suffice it to say Alistair had never seen the girl act this way before. It felt almost out of place given the events that had taken place just a couple days ago. The memory of her talking to the snake in Parseltongue was still fresh on his mind. It made him shudder.

How she could act so carefree with all the rumors circulating about her, he did not know. Even Alistair wasn’t quite sure how to react to her now, not that he had known any better before. Was this girl someone he should even be talking to? After all, he was at the center of this scandal too, and letting himself hang around Percy wasn't going to help his image.

But he was never so rude if he could help it. He gave the girl a curt nod.

“No need for an apology, but thank you,” He turned back towards Rosa, suddenly feeling somewhat parched, “I need a drink, excuse me.”

As he made for the table, however, he felt as if everything around him had slowed down considerably, as if time itself were slowing to a halt. The noise all around him seemed all of a sudden to grow louder and clearer. He could hear snippets of conversations amidst the loud music that he normally would have never caught. It did well to confuse him, but at the same time he found it rather amusing.

In one go, he managed to down the juice he had just poured for himself. That didn’t seem to quench his thirst, however, so he filled up another glass and sauntered his way back to the group.

- Interactions:
Rosa Valentine @Sanguine Fox
Persephone Gaunt @Bubbly Potions


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Deborah Johnson
SEVENTH YEAR RAVENCLAW
“What?” Debbie said, taken aback by the sudden question, “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just, you know, we’re technically breaking a thousand rules tonight.”

She motioned over to the empty glasses in front of them. With her academic standing on the line, why wouldn’t she be on the edge? Still, she tried her best to force a smile despite it all. It seemed Piper was having fun, at least, which was nice to see. Debbie wasn’t about to ruin this for her, as dubious as everything else about this party was.

A second hadn’t passed before the toad leapt away from Piper’s lap just as the girl was about to say something. Debbie tugged at Piper’s sleeve just in time to catch her attention, eyes glued on the toad that was now hopping merrily away to the surprise of their peers. It took a moment or two for Piper to register what was happening, but when she finally did, she jumped to her feet and sped after the rascal.

“Wait up, Pip!” Debbie yelled as she tried her best to catch up, but everything seemed to keep getting in her way. “Sorry, sorry,” the girl breathed one apology after another as the crowd parted before her. Chairs got toppled over, glasses fell to the ground in pieces, food dropped to a heap of waste onto the ground. It was a disaster, to say the least.

When Debbie finally managed to catch up, Piper was barrelling towards a familiar raven-haired girl sitting by the bar. Before long, the two plunged to the ground together with a loud thud, the toad just barely escaping Piper’s grasp.

“Oh, crap, this can’t be good,” Debbie muttered once she realized who the other girl was. She closed the distance in a short sprint, then panting, held out her hand for Piper to take. “Come on, Pip. Are you alright?”

@Winterswing
@Bubbly Potions


Theme Song: Again and Again - Holly Brook
Art: Batcii


 
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Interactions: Alistair & Rory (@Adrian ) and Wallace (@Vio )
Mentions: None


Rosa barely restrained an amused grin from her lips, her expression remaining still despite the minor twitch as Alistair’s expected comeback. A part of her felt fondness for their usual banter – it was something that seemed to remind her of times long gone when the two of them studied together. Times had certainly changed but this habit had stuck – something Rosa was undoubtedly happy for. “The head boy? Falling asleep at a party? Wouldn’t that be interesting to see.” Rosa mumbled, sending an amused glance the Blackbourne’s way briefly before folded her arms across her torso.

From the corner of her eye, Rosa noted the absence of someone she did consider a friend as well- Wallace Campbell. It sparked a surge of emotion that she seemed to shove down almost immediately – fearful for any emotion that caused her mind to swirl in confusion. Sometimes, thinking of Wallace did cause that unfortunately. She kept a vigilant gaze upon the older Campbell for a short while before shaking her head softly, as if the action would remove the worried thoughts from her head. She would take Wallace to a side later and make sure the other Slytherin was okay.

Rosa’s looked over when a familiar voice joins the group, close enough to be heard amongst the background noise. Her amber gaze slid to the familiar red-head and the head of the newspaper club. She noticed the plate and Rosa was forced to keep her lips still as they threatened to twist into an amused, sly smirk. Rory had seemed to come up with the same idea as her – though she had already gotten one person down with her plan, she noticed as she watched Alistair from the corner of her gaze. Friends or not, Rosa was rather curious to see what turn the newest head boy took due to the special ingredient added to the brownies.

Rosa simply wondered what was next as herself, Rory and Morrigan continued to meddle with innocent student’s fun – ruining it for their own amusement and gain. In her defence, she couldn’t feel any guilt for idiots that so easily trusted this who fiasco. It was obviously suspicious. Wallace was clearly intelligent enough to realise it thankfully. Rosa was further amused by his attempts to switch the situation back onto Rory – to catch him out. So, Rosa decided it was time to intervene. Rosa moved closer towards the duo, perching herself to the side but stood between the two. “Hello, Rory.” She greeted, though slowly a false smile decorated her lips as she studied Rory critically for a moment. “Rory…” Her tone sickly sweet, “What are you even wearing?” Rosa asked, tilting her head in mock curiousity as a false smile dangerously decorated her lips.
 
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Interactions: Joan (@Adrian ) & Cyrus (@Bubbly Potions )
Mentions: None


Sanguine’s vivid green gaze slid dangerously over to Cyrus when she joined into the conversation and her rage only seemed to burn brighter. There was no moment of pause or hurt expression, her eyes were consumed by an angry glint that promised nothing but pain. The comment – Medusa – seeming to cause the rage to stir as Sanguine’s lips parted into a vicious scowl, her teeth bared dangerously as a more instinctive part of her seemed to erupt unknowingly. It reminded her of the past when a small, bright eyed and red-cheeked child was surrounded with a chant of monster echoing around. A time of her own weakness – though it was the time she met some of the best people she knew.

That thought didn’t change her mood though.

Hands clenched into tight fists as painted red nails dug dangerously into the flesh of her palm, causing crimson blood to trickle slowly from the crescent shaped marks. “Oh…” Her tone was dangerous, venomous even as she lowly hissed out the sound. Her previous semblance of control was failing her – soon enough it would collapse. “Just fuck off, will you? Is the princess that fuckin’ weak that she needs you to fight her battles?” Sanguine spat out in disgust. She honestly thought better of Joan – their arguments aside she had respect for the other Gryffindor but if she was weak enough to not be able to deal with her alone, then it was surely misplaced respect.

Slowly, a twisted smile began to part her lips as a low chuckle fell from them. “Are you that pathetic, Joan? You need a dumb bitch to save you?” This…This would be fun. Sanguine had no issue breaking bones or listening to the screams of pain of those who deserved every bruise and cut they got. Joan and Cyrus were deserving after all and her mind flashed her images of her own hands wrapped tightly around another’s throat. “Shut it, Princess. Why would I run the fuck along when instead, I can watch you two assholes suffer when I let my fist break your shitty faces, huh?” She cooed tauntingly, her expression not shifting at all – It was clear that Sanguine held no issue going ahead with her words or even further, though her plans of further harm remained unspoken.
 
Pedro Rowan Govanni
Fifth Year, Gryffindor

Interactions:
Nil
Mentions:
Lauren Harrison - (Me), Rory Thomson - @Adrian & Anastasia Fitzgerald - Me


Pedro sighed, defeated almost like a kicked puppy. He had been tricked again and for once he wasn't stupid enough to not admit it. Now, it costed a high toll, the possibility of ever having a functioning relationship with Lauren Harrison— the loveable carrot top he had treated horribly since they were children. A big mistake on his part... Something that now he would have to live with as his parting image of her was drawing that other boy in for a kiss.

He sadly pulled himself up from the ground, grumbling about the world. Mostly about how horribly unfair it seemed to him. It was possibly the first time he even questioned his jerkish behaviour. Turning back to watch Anastasia Fitzgerald even escort someone out of the party— that was a wonder to him... Everything was now clear to him that he was doing it all wrong, and possibly now was the best time to change that. After all, there was no longer a peace and safer in their lives, dead could have come in the eyes of a Death Eater anytime soon. So, off he dragged his pathetically sore body.
 
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Laruen Harrison
LOCATION:
Room of Requirement
INTERACTIONS:
Henry Chen, Deborah Johnson, Rowan the Toad, Another Hufflepuff Male -NPC & Piper Ryeland
MENTIONS:
Henry Chen - @Adrian an, Rowan the Toad - NPC, Another Hufflepuff Male -NPC, Deborah Johnson - @Adrian , Piper Ryeland - @Winterswing & Morrigan Quinn - Me


The sweetness of exchanges with Henry fell short, her eyes fluttering open as he melted away from her lips falling limp. He stumbled and the weight caused Lauren to let go of his tie worryingly. She had watched him crash to the ground causing a mild panic in the smaller girl. Tapping at his cheek she gave a sad pout, "Come on Henry," the girl sighed sadly feeling that the beautiful moment would have all been forgotten by Henry Chen in the morning... After all the time she knew him— it couldn't have been more than possible.

In a huff of frustration, she pulled aside a random Hufflepuff that looked like they were about ready to head back to the dorms. "Hey, can you take him too?" She asked as she pointed to the sleeping lug in the middle of the dancefloor. When the student agreed Lauren sighed in a sense of relief, at least now, she knew he was going to be safe. Standing there all alone she began to feel more and more out of place. Huffing out a light sigh, as she wandered over to the table of food— making sure to dodge the presence of Alistair Blackbourne when she did.

A sigh escaped her lips, eyes wandering over whatever comfort food seemed to be her fancy at that moment. There was a rather loud disturbance from a distance away which went to the bar and caused Morrigan Quinn— a girl of nightmares to fall off her chair. She held nature curious about what was happening but before she cared to go investigate Lauren watched Rowan jump from the cobblestone and fluttering his little wings— which came from a Transfiguration mishap the year before. It appeared that the toad was more than happy to prop himself back on her head— she knew this because he croaked.

Lauren offered the toad a snack and he gladly accepted it. It never seemed to occur to the Hufflepuff that her flying toad liked red liquorice— and that was terribly unnatural. Maybe it did cross her mind once, but she didn't care too much. It was now she decided to investigate, happily walking around to the scene of the disturbance with a strong of liquorice hanging from her mouth. Rowan was croaking away happily sway on her head with his sweet. Lauren stumbled across Deborah Johnson and Piper Ryeland with a happily go-lucky smile even when she looked like she had just been crying. "Pipa and Debbie! What's wrong? You both look terribly pale." She beamed with a light and cute smile tugging at her cheeks.

 
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Anastasia Fitzgerald
Seventh Year, Ravenclaw

Anastasia observed the fifth year in a non-judgemental frame of mind, he was a sweet kid and she knew that— just happened to have a little too much to drink which was the only bothersome thing. Though she could hardly blame the kid, it appeared almost everyone was very drunk, slightly intoxicated or otherwise. A small giggle rolled passed the head girl's lips when Leo spoke about her being pretty— the compliment seemed to catch her off guard each time he said it.

"I wouldn't call myself pretty— but thank you, it's very sweet of you to say so." The Ravenclaw commented down at the adorably clumsy drunk— no doubt about it... He would have been eaten up if she didn't drag him out in that very minute. Some of the freakier students would have had a field day with his personality and tormented the poor kid until he wet himself... A terribly unfortunate thought indeed, Annie thought quietly to herself.

His thanks made her smile and shake her head in dismissal. "You have no need to thank me," she spoke in a gentle tone of voice.

Heading on her way out of the party. At Leo's refusal, she cocked a brow looking towards him. "I think I do have a right to say when you can go to bed if you don't remember the contents of your stomach is on my frock," Annie spoke a little harsher like she was scolding a child, as she walked onward. Once more protest came with the ladies bathroom in approach, "I'm glad to see you can read, but seriously. Anymore protest and I'll gladly take points from Gryffindor..." Her threats were mere lies— she wasn't about to get the kid back because he was sick. But, the whining had to stop because it made her ears ring.

Anastasia withdrew her wand and held it to her bag ushering a spell. Summoning; a fresh set of uniform, washcloth, towel, soap and toothbrush. "Showers are that way, go wash up." She said giving him the essentials he needed before summoning her own and slipping into a shower and scrubbing herself clean. Glad to be rid of the smell of vomit before dressing into a normal part of casual clothes, that consisted of a nice button up with shoulder-pads, a cardigan in the shade of Ravenclaw blue, and black formal pants. For shoes, she took the choice of black flats and slipped out of the stall.

All her things were set up in the sinks as she began to use charms to wash them, and then figure out a way to get his leather jacket to smell fresh once more. "Let me know when you're ready— oh also watch out for the ghost in here. She's a bit of a perv." Annie stated in a causal manner— currently more focused on the other tasks at hand.

Mentions: Leontios Castellanos - @Sanguine Fox (interaction)[/hr]


 
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When Alistair gently dropped her hand from his arm Effie was bothered. Not for taking offense from the action, but simply because it was a source of comfort for her. Still she didn’t protest, her gaze lowering to her feet for a moment. Taking a deep breath she straightened her posture and clasped her hands behind her back to hide them if she started to fidget. She didn’t want to worry anyone after all. She merely gave Rosa and Wallace a soft smile, and listened in on the conversation between her and Alistair. She still wanted to know why she was invited. Maybe it was because she’s a prefects younger sister? He sound if crackling pulling her from her thoughts and her attention was drawn to Wallace. Oh Wallie.... she thought a little sadly. She knew her big brother had a special fondness for Rosa, it was easy for her to tell, so she understood what had irked him so much. Effie herself starting to feel like she wasn't really being included in this conversation, as Alistair continued to speak with only Rosa. A small sigh escaped from off her painted lips. Was it really that hard to find a topic all four of them could discuss? Her emerald hues glancing up at Alistair. She wasn't exactly jealous at the lack of attention, more so irritated by the blatant rudeness. Maybe Ali just didn't know how to socialize with a group like she thought he did? When Rory finally slithered his way into their little gathering Effie took a step back immediately uncomfortable with him around. What did he want with her brother? Effie didn't trust him. Not much sooner Percy joined in, and Effie was starting to feel not just uncomfortable but a little cramped. Three's a crowd after all, and now there was six of them gathered around the table.

"This must be your little sister Effie, you look beautiful..."

Percy's compliment left Effie with rosy cheeks, but before she could muster a thank you the blonde had fallen her attention on congratulating Alistair for becoming head boy. Yes it was quite the achievement. Effie couldn't help but feel happy for him, though she knew the event had bothered her brother Wallace who also wanted the position. It was quite the sticky situation. She wasn't sure who to root for these days, and the fact they didn't get along really just made her sad. Then Ali left her side to fetch himself something to drink, and the empty space next to her suddenly felt cold. It gave her goosebumps, and her eyes watched Alistair carefully as he started to saunter back towards them with a full glass. He seemed....off though. What was wrong with him? Then again, Percy was acting a little strangely too. Was everything here spiked? Effie let out a sigh at the realization. She was starting to get thirsty too. Looking back up at the other five Effie decided she'd much rather have a change in scenery. Surely another one of her friends would be here? Once again gazing over the crowd her green hues finally settle on long waves of red hair, and a petite stature. That has to be Sang! She thought excitedly, her eyes nearly lighting up with anticipation. There was never a dull moment with Sanguine, and it seemed like she was relatively alone.....and causing trouble as usual. I'm gonna have to get you out of this again am I? The young girl thought with an amused sigh as she leaves Wallace and the others to keep Sanguine out of trouble. Quietly coming up from behind Effie got close before leaping onto the girl and wrapping her arms around her in a friendly embrace. "Sang! I'm so glad you're here." she exclaims a wide and bright smile spreading across her face. Her hold loosens as she regards the other women Sang is with. Effie knew Echo, the girl was her tutor after all, and how could she not know Joan? Joan was such a trouble maker after all, and for some reason the dark haired girl stood out to Effie. Who was the other blonde though? She was pretty too, but she could tell Sang must have done something to piss Joan and the girl off. The boldness Effie had exhibited seemed to have drained from her completely at the aggressive looks on their faces. Effie quickly becoming timid as she hides a little behind her friend. "Ah..erm....um...." she mumbles shyly as she looks at them curiously. "I-is this a bad time?"

Then she softly whispers in Sang's ear, "What did you do?"

Mentions: Alistair, Rory, Wallace, Rosa, Percy (@Adrian ) (@Sanguine Fox ) (@Bubbly Potions )

Interactions: Sang, Cyrus, Echo, and Joan (@Princess Poisoned Rose ), (@Adrian ), (@Bubbly Potions ) (@Sanguine Fox )
 
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Echo gave a small smile and rolled her eyes as she reached down and retrieved her vinewood wand and before she could fix Joan’s damaged hand they were interrupted by Sang. Her blue eyes narrowed at the strange witch. “If I were you Sang, I would just walk away from this.” Her wand was held in her left hand loosely mainly in an attempt to heal her friend’s injured fist. Blue eyes flickered up when Cyrus walked up to them and she shook her head slowly with the ramped up blonde’s words. Echo was going to say something when Effie bonded up to them, she loved the energetic girl.

“Oh, Effie dear it’s wonderful to see you here. You came at just the right moment, to diffuse a rather nasty situation from happening.” Echo gingerly picked up Joan and Cyrus’s hands and waved her wand over them and whispered the right spell to reduce the swelling and rid the pain. “There now you two stop punching people or things.” She said with a polite smile. She looked at Effie, “Don’t forget about Monday Effie. We need to get your Potion grades up. If you ladies will excuse me I must make my rounds to your previous group, Effie.” She bent down and tucked her wand back in its holster and made her way over to Wallace, Rory, Alistair, and Percy.

Hello Percy,” She gave a quick hug and cheek kiss to the girl. She looked at Alistair and gave him a small smile before her attention turned to the other two boys. Echo gave a rather wicked smile to Rory, “Hello Rory, I don’t know how I didn’t notice you here sooner. I am sorry it took me a little while to get over to you.” She said turning on her charm for the red-headed boy who seemed to share a rather amusing goal of pissing off her fiance, Alistair.

Mentions: Wallace & Effie @Vio | Joan & Alistair @Adrian | Sang @Sanguine Fox | Percy @Bubbly Potions
Interactions: Effie @Vio | Joan & Alistair @Adrian | Sang @Sanguine Fox | Percy @Bubbly Potions
 




















Rory Thomson
SEVENTH YEAR RAVENCLAW
It was clear that Rory’s presence had annoyed Wallace somehow. The lad was no doubt suspicious of him, if the thinly-veiled accusations were anything to go by. Even so, Rory maintained his forced smile as the other boy poured himself a glass of wine.

“I don't drink. And I wouldn't be pressured into it that easily, certainly not by you,” Rory replied, cocking his head ever so slightly.

Before he could continue, Rosa intervened with his usual comment regarding Rory’s wardrobe. A sigh escaped Rory’s lips as he turned to face the girl. He gave her a look that said he had everything under control, but it was too late now to do anything about it. It prickled his pride that anyone should think he needed saving.

Rory let himself get distracted and looked down at his clothes. It was true that he had hardly dressed up for the occasion. The party was meant to be a casual one, after all. Not a fancy ball.

“Clothes,” he replied simply, “Normal ones. Heading to someone’s wedding tonight, Rosa?”

Just then, Echo slid over to him with a mischievous smile on her face—a smile he knew all too well. What a crowd this had suddenly become. Thankfully, this was his chance to get out of it.

Offering his hand to Echo, he said, "It's quite alright. Care to dance?"

@Vio
@Sanguine Fox
@Princess Poisoned Rose
 
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Persephone Gormlaith-Avalon Gaunt

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Persephone felt her heart sink at the dismissive treatment she had gotten from Alistair— This is what it came to it seemed, the last Gaunt thought in a depressed state. It all just seemed to be fading away from her and that included being a friend of Alistair Blackbourne or at the very least considered somewhat estranged. The mix of emotions layered over with intoxication was way too much for Percy— so much that she even forgot that Echo interacted with her. A short snap back to reality caused her to return a short hug to her friend and long-distant cousin then offering a low smile. "Hello Echo, you look as beautiful as ever," she complimented truthfully casting her gaze over to Alistair where Echo's gaze lingered for a moment. It was normal after all, Percy often told herself remembering that Echo and Alistair were meant to marry one day.


For all in a moment, she decided that she needed to talk to Alistair and tell him what his actions were doing to her. She didn't excuse herself from the group because she wasn't about to return to them after her words and peace had been spoken. This was the make or break— and she wasn't about to go back to a group of his friends if this was the end to something she held onto for so long. When she found him the blonde made no word of an announcement about her presence but grabbed his sleeve and tugged him to a quieter section of the party where eyes weren't drawn. She had to thank the timing of Joan Lambert, and the foul mouth of Cyrus Grey for that moment of freedom from wandering eyes.


"You're cruel, and I hope you know that, Blackbourne. First with what happened at the end of last year, and not just avoiding my whole existence because of what happened on the train?" Percy finally let her emotions rage like a fire untamed. "If I damage your reputation then say something— and I'll be gone out of your life something that never existed, a memory that fades." She spat with venom in her words in a tone that held dread and pain. "I'd rather walk away then hold onto useless emotions that are one-sided, and cause my heart to ache over someone who doesn't want me to damage their reputation." Tears began to fall freely down the grieving girl's porcelain cheeks.


Percy's hands shook when she tried to wipe away tears— part of her cursing the red sour wine she drank. A small hiccup passed her lips when she sobbed bitterly. "I understand my rank— and I know my place, Alistair. I don't need your behaviour to remind me that I'm a freak. It's just a pity I trusted a Muggleborn over some I regarded a friend. Maybe, just maybe... I knew this is how you'd behave— just like everyone else has." Persephone stared up into his ghostly grey eyes before biting down a quivering lip.


Around them the party continued— and her proclamations had ceased. Her hand let go of his sleeve not wishing to insult him any further. Percy's gaze was no longer toward the Head Boy— her emotions had gotten the better of her when she looked out over the dance floor towards Echo and Rory. "The things people do to get your attention," Percy whispered sadly under her breath.



Mentions & Interactions: Alistair Blackbourne, Joan Lambert & Rory Thomson - @Adrian , Echo Sayre - @Princess Poisoned Rose , Lauren Harrison & Cyrus Grey - Me
 
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Piper Ryeland

Seventh Year, Hufflepuff

Mentions: Morrigan Quinn - @Bubbly Potions Deborah Johnson - @Adrian Lauren Harrison - @Bubbly Potions . Rowan the Toad . Nibbles NPC
Interactions: Deborah Johnson - @Adrian Morrigan Quinn - @Bubbly Potions Lauren Harrison - @Bubbly Potions

Piper lied there, sprawled out across the ground, gaping at her empty fingers with growing distress. Her eyes stung with hot tears as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Those barely trapped tears, spilling down her cheeks. "I'm dead," She whimpered to herself. She wanted to curl into a tight little ball and vanish from sight. If only that was a possibility. Looking over at Morrigan Quinn sprawled out on the ground just made her wish for invisibility so much more.

She looked up at Debbie with a wet face, sniffling. "He got away," she said sadly. She looked back at Morrigan again... Oh lord! She'd knocked Morrigan down! "I'm so sorry!' She squeaked to her, hurriedly taking her friends hand and getting to her feet. She took that opportunity to put as much space between the two of them as possible. If the girl had been anyone else, Piper would have offered her a hand to her feet, but the Slytherin girl terrified her to no end.

Then she heard something even worse. Lauren Harrison...LAUREN HARRISON!!! Oh how she wished she hadn't come, everything was a disaster. She covered her face with her hands, tears spilling faster down her face. "Oh Lauren! I'm so sorry, I...i...i..." How could she possibly tell her dorm mate that she'd lost her beloved pet? "I lost Rowan" She whimpered out. At least she got it over with.

Distantly she was also aware of the fact that she hadn't felt Nibbles in her hair for some time.
 
{ OLIVER & ELISE }
“That’s me,” Oliver responded with a sincere smile. His attempts at flirting might have went largely ignored, but at least his reassurances had some effect. As he led her away from the party with one hand on her back, the girl visibly relaxed, clearly entrusting him to do as he had promised. Perhaps she had had a drink too many. It almost guilted him to think that he would be taking advantage of this helpless girl, but he had to do what he could to survive.

Besides, she wouldn’t remember a thing about it afterwards.

“We’ve been in a few classes together, but we haven’t really talked much,” he said as the door to the invisible room disappeared behind them, “But better late than never, yes? How’s your summer been?”

Elise smiled softly, nodding in agreement. “Of course.” she cooed, her tone gentle though it was mostly due to the exhaustion she felt. “My summer was wonderful! I got to spend more time with the hippo...Hippogriffs! Sorry…” Her mind wandered for a second, slurring her words before she shook her head, as if the action would keep her focused, though it only exacerbated her headache. “How was your holidays?”

A moment passed as Oliver recollected his own summer holidays. Not much had happened, aside from staying indoors during daylight hours and hunting muggles down by nighttime. Nothing out of the ordinary to his own folk, but to people like Elise it would certainly come as a surprise, and not a pleasant one at that.

“My summer holidays don’t compare to yours, that’s for certain,” he laughed, using the opportunity to change the subject, “Hippogriffs, eh? They’re quite aggressive, aren’t they?”

Elise just brightened at the topic - Hippogriffs and their care was something her family worked with and she adored it wholeheartedly. Even intoxicated as she was, she could talk on hours about them. “They can be...But they are loyal and wonderful once they trust you. My family breeds them and my father has been taught how to work with them! They are wonderful really,“ Elise explained, an excited glimmer dancing in her gaze. “As long as you be polite and careful.” She added.

“I’ve always wanted to ride one,” Oliver mused, getting more and more invested in their conversation as they walked along. For a split second he had almost forgotten all about his thirst. Almost. “If you don’t mind, maybe you can teach me sometime.”

They had finally reached the bottom of the spiral staircase that led to the Ravenclaw common room. Oliver stopped right there, eyes cautiously surveying the area to make sure they were all alone.

Meanwhile, Elise’s gaze studied the staircase, a sense of relief washing over her. She was now far away from the party and physically, she felt herself relax with the threat being a good distance from her. Tomorrow she would surely ask Wallace if he knew anything about how this happened - though she mainly simply wanted to reassure herself that her cousins were okay.

Flickering her gaze back to Oliver she released her hands from his arm, though she seemed to sway minimally she stood upright. “You should visit the islands where we live...The Campbells I mean, we raise all types of creatures!” She added. “Also, thank you for helping me back! That party was...It wasn’t great.”

Oliver simply gave a noncommittal hum, “I wouldn’t say that, I’m glad we met. To be honest, I’ve admired you for quite some time now.” It was a lie. He had hardly noticed her before now, but she would forget it all soon anyway. All that mattered right now was quenching his thirst.

He could no longer restrain himself.

Taking her hand, he brought it up to his lips as though to kiss it, but at the very last minute he turned it over. Oliver bowed slightly, baring his fangs and feeling them plunge into her skin. Elise went from feeling safer, calmer and generally quite happy to shocked and terrified in a mere few seconds. Her eyes widened drastically and her lips parted, though not a sound came out as her mind tried to comprehend what was happening. Briefly, Elise wondered if this was a hallucination - if so it was a majorly messed up one. It took her a moment to react properly but quickly enough, Elise had fearfully tried to withdraw her wrist as a stuttering jumble of words tumbled from her lips.

“O-Oliver! What the hell! Stop!” Elise hissed, her gaze narrowing. Fear now seemed to flood her system and leave her far more sober than before.

The tight grip around her wrist made her struggles futile, but eventually Oliver relaxed his hold on her. Bliss seemed to dawn on his face as he closed his eyes for a mere moment, relishing in the taste of freshly drawn blood. This was enough to last him for a few days. And yet, it took him a lot of effort to pull his teeth from her skin.

When he finally did, Elise wasted no time in yanking her wrist from his grip and brought it closer to her chest where her other hand wrapped securely around the bite marks. Her expression was horrified as she took a moment to look at Oliver before stumbling away to increase the proximity between them. WIthout a second glance, Elise shot towards her house’s common room to escape.


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Joan Lambert
SEVENTH YEAR GRYFFINDOR
It genuinely frightened Joan to see Sanguine so angry sometimes, not that she was about to admit it or stand down. She had way too much pride for that. Joan could feel her cheeks flaming up as insult after insult was thrown her way. Only Sanguine could make her feel so angry and humiliated at the same time. Fucking bitch. Here Joan was, just minding her own business. Why did this crazy girl have to make everything about this night even worse?

If she really thought about it, nothing about this fight made any sense or would amount to anything. But she wasn’t thinking much. Anger made her see red once again when Sanguine insulted her friend. If it hadn’t been for Effie’s interference and Echo’s reasoning, Joan would have surely pounced on the girl for sure. Something she didn’t need at the moment when she had just gotten out of a fight a couple minutes ago.

“Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here,” She turned to Cyrus without sparing the other girl another glance. “I’m sick of assholes.”

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Leontios couldn’t help the darker red hue colouring his cheeks when she brought back up the fact of him throwing up on her. An embarrassed groan tumbled from his lips as he buried his head in his hands for a moment to hide his face when looking at the beautiful prefect only added to his shame. “I apologised…” He mumbled childishly, finally showing his face as he began to sulk, a small frown painting his lips. He did not want to go into the ladies’ toilets of all things! Hadn’t he embarrassed himself enough already? Maybe the loss in points was worth it…?

Reluctantly and almost pouting as he did, Leontios took the uniform and other items with a stubborn huff. Leontios nodded and headed over to where she directed and hurriedly taking his shower. Despite the exhaustion that settled in his limbs and his eyes and the pounding headache, the hot water was a bliss that seemed to sober him up only slightly. However, hearing Annie call out about the Ghost, Leontios’ sobered up far more and hurriedly finished his shower. He didn’t want to creepy-ass ghost appearing. Hurriedly, Leontios dried off and changed into the simple white t-shirt and sweat pants, stepping out of the stall with a hand running a towel against drying dark brown locks.

Heading to a sink, Leontios stared exhaustedly at his reflection as his blue orbs simply looked back. A yawn tumbled from his lips and Leontios hurriedly brushed his teeth before bundling up the items Annie had given to him. “Thank you for all this! You are awesome.” He complimented, a soft but toothy grin on his lips as nervously he kept his hand dragging the slightly damp locks from his face. In his defence, the head girl was pretty, and she continued to help him despite the fact he had thrown up on her. “I mean, you helped me even though I…urh…Ya’ know.” He mumbled, cheeks turning a pinkish shade again as he let his gaze wander. He found it hard to look her directly currently and failed to even say what had happened earlier at the party.
 
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Wallace's amused smirk quickly settles into a frown as Rory easily rejects his feigned good will. He rolled his eyes at the refusal, not out of irritation but simply because messing with Rory was the only semblance of fun Wallace could get out of interacting with the other red head. "No fun at all." He mumbles quietly under his breath before taking another sip of his glass. This had to be his third one, but Wallace wasn't a light weight so he wasn't particularly worried. Rosa finally inserting herself into their conversation, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her observations. It was soft though, as Wallace didn't like to poke fun at people's dress. His own clothes were usually hand me downs after all. He didn't dress up too much for the occasion, just button up collared shirt, slacks, and some very fancy wing tips. Mostly because he wasn't sure if this was going to be a casual event or not. Wallace had mostly been to formal gatherings with his parents much like his sister.

"Don't mind him Rosa." Was all Wallace says as the curly red head leaves them to go dancing with Echo. Wallace knew Alistair very well, such a thing would surly get under the Head Boy's skin. His brow furrowed as the watched them not sure if he should find joy in Alistair possibly embarrassing himself, or if he should be disappointed in Echo's lack of tact to get Alistair's attention. Speaking of, where exactly was he? Wallace noticed then that both Alistair, Percy, and his Sister were no longer at the table with them. It was just him and Rosa. Immediately worried for his sister Wallace cursed Alistair for not being more careful with the one person who asked him to go to this stupid thing in the first place. His eyes scanned the room, eventually noticing Percy and Alistair at the far end of the room discussing something. Wallace couldn't help but frown. Percy was his friend so he knew fully well she was hurting when it came to Alistair. The thought of her pining after someone who didn't deserve her seriously agitated him. Alistair was certainly in a rude awakening if he keeps pushing those close to him away, just like the Head Boy had done to him so many years ago. Forcing himself to look away from them his icy blue hues finally land on his sister and Sanguine, along with Cyrus and Joan. Turning to face Rosa he says, "It seems my sister might need some help here shortly. We should chat later Rosa. There's something I want to ask you." casually, giving her a boyish grin. As much as he would love to just spend the rest of the evening with just the two of them, he had a feeling Sanguine was on the prowl for a meal. He quickly wished Rosa a pleasant evening as a good bye and leaves the table to approach Joan and the others.

"I'm sick of assholes."

Wallace catches the last of Joan's words, and knew right away that she was referring to Pedro's earlier harassment of Henry and Lauren. He couldn't help but feel a relation there. Wallace was sick of assholes too. It seemed the other two girls were about to make their leave when he arrived, so he didn't bother addressing him. Instead he looked down at Sanguine and his sister and smiled at them. "It's my two favorite carrot tops. Causing trouble again Sang?" Wallace teased her playfully much like he usually did.
 
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Cyrus didn't say much anymore, she wasn't going to even try with Sanguine— the girl was far too vexing for her. It almost seemed that the other Gryffindor was always PMSing and began to do the Australian head in. Yes, she enjoyed her own version of dramas and teasing— but Sang never seemed to hold any merits to the girl. She lacked the balls to pull of a decent fight— or maybe just the decency to leave people alone when it clearly wasn't their night.

"I hear ya," the Australian groaned rolling her eyes in the direction of the stupidly annoying girl in front of her. "Pretty tired after all the crap tonight, bests be headin' off." She announced the few people standing around the pair before comfortably slinging her arm around Joan's shoulder strolling right out the door and back towards the dorms.

Her mind was too far awake to even consider sleep when they got back to the dorms— but at the very least she could have some time away from that party and that person. Cyrus's mind snapped quickly to the comment Rory Thomson made to her in privacy— the lingering promise of blackmail that could very well lead her to Azkaban.





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ALISTAIR BLACKBOURNE

Alistair let himself be led to a secluded area of the party, suddenly feeling too out-of-sorts to do anything about it. Vaguely, he realized that his drink had been spiked by some strange concoction. Just a week into the school year and he had already gotten himself into trouble. Of course the drinks had been spiked. He should have been more cautious.

Before him, Percy had just bursted into tears. For what reason, Alistair didn’t know exactly. He couldn’t concentrate when his senses seemed to be assaulting him all at once. On one hand, he found the sight pitiful. On the other, he found it strangely funny. Here they were, two drunk and drugged idiots talking properly for the first time since that incident in the broomshed. On multiple occasions during her spiel he had to suppress his laughter. It was all just terribly stupid.

What was she crying over anyway? Why did girls cry so much?

“The things people do to get your attention,” Percy said.

Those last few words brought him back to the present. He followed Percy’s gaze and saw Echo talking to Rory. The meaningful look that his fiance gave him bristled his ego. Why was she flirting with a mudblood, of all people? The simple thought of it left a bad taste in his mouth.

There were no words for his growing anger and bitterness. If this was how she wished to treat him, so be it. He would treat her the same way.

Alistair bent down and kissed Percy on the lips, letting his hair fall into a curtain over one side of his face. After what felt like eternity, he finally pulled away, his breath merely a whisper:

“Let’s take this somewhere else.”

He led her out of the room.

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Sanguine seemed to only descend further into her anger with each passing moment and Echo’s comment only added to her growing fury. It wasn’t until she heard a familiar voice above the music call her shortened name and the smaller arms that wrapped around her suddenly that it all seemed to fall to a halt. Owlishly, green orbs flickered to stare down at the smaller figure who embraced her as for a moment, she froze at the contact. At least, until recognition lit up in her gaze and softened her stance. Effie Campbell. Reaching out, with a fond smile on her lips, Sanguine reached over to ruffle her red locks. For the moment, she pushed the two annoying shit heads from her mind. “Hey, Kid.” She cooed, the anger draining from her expression as she cocked her head to the side, curious suddenly. You were made to attend this shit fest as well?”

Just as easily as she switched at Effie’s entrance, Sanguine turned her cold gaze upon Joan with a sneer, baring her teeth almost threateningly. Clearly, calling Sanguine an asshole was far from appreciated. “Scram, you pathetic princess.”. Sanguine had no hesitation spitting out a final, venomous insult before she turned back to Effie who had hid behind her. The taller red-head didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around the smaller student, pulling her into a hug. The girl truly was like a younger sister and Sanguine adored her

“It's my two favourite carrot tops. Causing trouble again Sang?”

Of course, her good mood was not allowed to continue. Some higher power hated her – she was sure as Wallace’s words caught her attention. Her expression soured quickly, her embrace softening as she released the smaller girl to glare, though softly, at Wallace. “Shut it, dumbass. Who are you calling a carrot top? Have you seen yourself?” She asked, raising a brow quizzically while using her free hand to point at his own red hair. Her familiarity with Wallace was seemingly why she did not erupt into a violent mess as she probably would have done to anyone else calling her a ‘carrot top’. Faintly, she noticed Cyrus leave as well and quickly Sanguine’s tempter began to settle and her comfort rising – She couldn’t find Elizabeth or Oliver, but Wallace and Effie were familiar enough to settle her for now.