Ardent

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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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Interactions: Elise (me) & Oliver (@Daddy )
Mentions: Joan (@Daddy ) & Liz (@Vio )


Sanguine had hurried through the school halls with her head lowered, fiery red locks casting a veil around her face that hid the tears that streamed silently from her tightly closed eyes, her cheeks burning red as she shook her head furiously. The panic failed to stop. It was consuming. Her breathing had long since become hurried, each intake a sharp, trembling breath that matched the shaking of her arms. Her nails had long since buried themselves in the flesh of her arms, drawing small beads of blood from crescent-shaped wounds on her pale skin.

She was a wreck.

Finally, after searching inside she made her way outside, her gaze glancing frantically around the scene to see if she could spot any comforting familiarity. She had failed to find Liz and Oliver so far was missing as well. Her heart only sped up when she couldn’t find them, the thumping organ painful in her chest. Her mind repeatedly flashed back to the crimson red that stained flesh and the stone ground prior. She had hurt someone…far more than she usually did. She didn’t hold back…

She may have even revealed her secret! This brought a whole new set of panic into her system as her eyes widened drastically. Sanguine had been lost in her red haze and her attention far from paying attention to her most recent victim! Did her eyes flash? Either way, would Joan have become suspicious? Sanguine remembered very little of her attack on the other Gryffindor. A stressed sigh passed her lips, her posture only softening when she spotted a familiar raven-haired male…accompanied by a golden-haired girl?

Heading over quietly, Sanguine did not hold her usual intimidating composure as she stepped up to Oliver and the unknown Ravenclaw. Despite her curled in, defensive posture and tear-stained, flushed cheeks, Sanguine gave the Ravenclaw female a wavering but steeled gaze before looking at Oliver, curiously. “What is going on here?” She asked, a defensive tone lingering in her voice. What was going on between these two?
 
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Interactions: Henry Chen (@Adrian ) & Davi (@Vio )
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Rosa hated her luck today. Really, she wondered what deity or spirit or whatever she had unknowingly pissed off cause the Hufflepuff was aggravating. She just stared at him with her lidded gaze, her face devoid of emotions as she just let him talk with little interest in his words. It was too much effort to pay attention to him – plus he seemed to get his kicks from her reactions so returning to her usual composure was her best bet. Maybe if she shut up and stayed still he wouldn’t be able to see her or just wander off and bug someone else?

It wasn’t until he sat next to her that she strayed her gaze from him, deciding that a wall was far more interesting in comparison. She couldn’t understand him and quite frankly, did not want to. Idly, Rosa focused on random students at another house’s table – though unable to hear what they were saying her amber gaze remained. Rosa was lost in her thoughts, plans, instead of paying attention to Henry who still hadn’t left.

Then, another joined them.

A short intake of breath escaped her lips when Davi approached, her ability to ignore the world around her dwindling with each increased presence. She could try to blur out Henry and by extension, Davi, but she was fond of the Gryffindor. Sliding her gaze to Davi she gave him a nod in greeting before flicking her gaze apathetically to Henry, “Do you honestly have to be so vulgar? It is just appalling…” She complained, narrowing her gaze slightly at him. Rosa honestly did not understand Henry Chen – she only wished for him to vanish at the moment. It was to early to deal with his irritating sense of humour.
 
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Cyrus Grey

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Frustrated Cyrus refused to admit the faults she had made with Joan and her over-reacting. Wandering off down the halls once more towards the Great Hall for a bite to eat. Messily running her fingertips through her mousy brown hair the tempered Australian continued on her path- not daring to be stopped by idiotic lovers in the halls making out. Normally it would have been a nudge passed them, but today she just shoved her way through the lip lockers.

"Get a fucking room!" The girl yelled in a gruff tone, using her height as an intimidation tool on younger years. It worked swimmingly that morning due to how red in the face she was, and the sight of a twitching brow of anger.

After about ten minutes or so she found herself back at the Great Hall. Hands tucked away in the warmth of her flannel shirt's pockets. Blowing her fringe out of her face, Cyrus scanned the crowd. The air was oddly tense, but for a whole different purpose and reason as to before. Hovering around the Hufflepuff table was the devil himself, Rory Thomson and another familiar face: Mr Pearce.

From a distance, she surveyed with a peaked interest because of her dear friend was there. The closer she moved to the group it appeared she caught the interest of the Newspaper writer in presence. Her brow cocked slightly, and she gave him a look of disgust. Whatever he wanted, she didn't want any bar of it.







Mentions: Rory Thomson & Joan Lambert - @Bone Daddy , Effie Campbell & Wallace Campbell - @Vio , Tasha Wofle - @Vinn







 
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Morrigan Quinn


Like clockwork, Morrigan walked into the Great Hall with her partner at her side. A trance a sadistic amusement found its way to her face when she noticed the poor Gaunt girl all by herself. At a cock of her brow, her gaze swiftly reached Juniper.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Morrigan asked her secret lover with a tugging smile. It added to the pleasure that the girl already appeared startled and all alone. "Perfect for the taking," she chuckled lightly.

She was the first one to make her move, casually strolling over to the lonely girl. Placing a strong hand down on her thin shoulder- fighting the urge to dig her long nails in. Morrigan couldn't believe she lost a duel to this girl, a girl who took up her grandfather's wand so shortly after herself exploded and sent the both of them across the room. That event leaving the taller Slytherin with a scarring reminder of her loss. A loss to someone considerably less than worthy.

"Delightful to see you again, Persephone. It appears you've read the paper this morning," the girl smiled looking down at the quivering girl in her hairs. Staring down into her frightened greenish-yellow eyes.

Mentions: Persephone Gaunt & Juniper Murray
 
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Anastasia Fitzgerald
Seventh Year, Ravenclaw
After years, Anastasia had finally snapped in the moment of Deborah's clear denial on the subject of her bitter and childish behaviour. It wasn't something that was going to gel over easily for the Head Girl. "Deborah Johnson, what I think of you right now is that you're acting like a jealous and bitter child, but you're so far in the pits of denial to understand your own feelings." She hissed, slamming her tea up onto its saucer.

The remains of her cool and calm personality were now replaced by a feverishly burning fire. "You were just like this when Tasha Wolfe got a place in the Slug Club over you," Ana pointed out rather bluntly knowing full well of that wound. It was a low-blow but she needed to make a point, but of course, she didn't think the girl would still understand it.

Her hand was bloodied by the broken teacup and shaking from the burn she gained from the searing hot tea in the cup. But at that moment, that wasn't her concern. "If you really are so bitter about such things, and can't see what it's doing..." Ana paused clenching her fist eyes growing glassy due to the mixture of emotions she was feeling. "Just maybe, our friendship wasn't worth anything, anyway." She commented with a single tear rolling down her right cheek.

Anastasia very quickly wiped that shed tear away mere moments after falling. She didn't want to seem the weak one, nor the victim with so many people lingering around. So, she stood and left before casting a gaze back over to Deborah. "I hope you make yourself happy one day because you're only going to keep losing the people who really care about you." Ana state a last piece of wisdom to her now former friend and swiftly excused herself.


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Lauren Harrison
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Room of Requirement
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Piper Ryeland
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Pedro Giovanni - Me, Piper Ryeland - @Winterswing, Effie Campbell - @Vio , Henry Chen - @Daddy

The relief that came with finally entering the Great Hall was something that Lauren couldn't put into words. Dressed comfortably pulling up the knitted collar to her turtleneck sweater the girl swiftly inhaled the food. It was the morning routine, to take a hefty whiff of the morning's breakfast which benefited many people- with different tastes.

Porridge with sweet honey and apple slices was the go-to breakfast for Lauren. It reminded her so much of her incense smelling home, and the crowded breakfast table each morning. A hearty family crowding around as her mother served food up into bowls from a large cauldron-like pot. So, that was what she had at Hogwarts each morning, even though it was seemingly boring or mundane. It was something humble to remind her of where she came from.

"I'm sure he'll be fine," Lauren reassured her friend with a tender smile. Her gaze scanning around the busy and crowded hall. A light gaze of surprise finally reached the girl when she saw the boy who called her the unspeakable the very night before. But, to be more specific, it was the little creature in his arms. A fat rainbow Puffskien.

"Pip, Nibbles... He's over there with Giovanni. Maybe he came to bring Nibbles back to you so he was waiting?" Lauren said in a slightly optimistic tone of voice, casting her gaze upward to her friend and dormmate with a light smile. Swaying in a manner of excitement for her friend, and the reunion that has been needing to happen all morning.

Lauren didn't want to impose on such a moment, nor did she want to be in the presence of Pedro Giovanni without food being in her system. The events of last night still playing out in her head so keenly. It still hurt that he even called her that. Settling down at the Hufflepuff table she began to prepare her meal, shifting her gaze over to the commotion where a fellow peer was present. Lauren felt bad that she couldn't help the sweet girl, Effie Campbell- but it did appear she had many more than capable to comfort her.

So, with that, she began to tuck into her breakfast. Eating quietly to herself- hoping that she'd have a chance to talk to Henry if he came around soon.
 
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Juniper Murray

Mentions: Persephone Gaunt, Morrigan Quinn @Bubbly Potions
Interactions: Persephone Gaunt, Morrigan Quinn @Bubbly Potions
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Juniper gazed around the Great Hall with all the chattering students within, she despised the hall with a fiery passion. However, she joined Morrigan anyway, silently hoping for something interesting to happen. She also hadn't seen her in some time...

Of course, the perfect solution appeared in the form of Persephone Gaunt. She slid her gaze across to Morrigan's, eyes glittering with dark humour. "It's almost too convenient, how easy she makes this," She said coolly trailing after Morrigan as she started off towards the girl.

She scooped up one of the many news papers fluttering around the room, the source of most of this chatter. She was also mildly curious to see what was the focus of all this attention. The Gaunt girl really couldn't avoid attention for more than five seconds in this school, it was far to amusing really. First her family was destroyed and now she was giving herself over to the first person who showed a little interest, so pathetic.

She slid onto the bench beside the pale haired girl, her back against the table and her fingertips smoothly pushing her glasses back up her nose as she gave the girl a cool once over. "Quite interesting indeed, though not overly surprising believe it or not." She dropped her own copy of the paper in front of the girl, cool green eyes settling on her.

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Persephone Gormlaith-Avalon Gaunt

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Persephone found herself alone not too long after Wallace heard his sister scream, and she didn't blame him for going to investigate. The sweet girl was very clearly distressed from what Gaunt heard and she wasn't about to hold back him back from going to his little sister. It felt awkward once more- being in alone in a room that felt so heavy with tension and filled with lingering whispers. If she had known who was about to impose on her space- Percy would have most definitely wished to stay lonely.

In an instant, Percy felt her sore body grow tense with the strong hand finding its place on her shoulder. The infamous voice that slipped from the figure behind her lips made her quiver, and a cold sweat appeared at her brow. Morrigan Quinn, Persephone thought with her pulse beginning to pick up in pace. It wasn't all the time that the sadistic owl-tormentor made herself known to her, but when she did it often led Gaunt to tears or a state that wasn't fitting to see.

"Pleasure," Percy swallowed her lie, nervously beginning to nibble on her chapped bottom lip. At her lap, the sitting girl pulled her hands into fists and nervously shock. Closing her eyes for a moment, only opening them again after the sound of the paper hit the table in front of her. It took her by surprise to suddenly see Juniper Murray at the table too, almost like an inspector wanting to question a suspect.

"I'm afraid, I don't quite understand what you're trying to say Juniper," Persephone commented wondering what didn't surprise the blonde in front of her. Morrigan's ever so cruel counter-part and best friend. It sparked something in the smaller girl, a sense and will to fight against the incriminating accusations.

"You have no proof..." Percy admitted to defend herself, only to have Morrigan strip the scarf from her neck. Exposing the tender and inflamed marks on her neck, and up behind her ear. Lowering her head in embarrassment, she felt her eyes begin to water. Before tried to get up from the seat, but Morrigan's grip fastened and nails dug into her shoulder. Strong hands pushed her back into the seat, making her yelp lightly in pain. Morrigan's nails had dug into her flesh, and the push had awakened the ache and pain in her lower body.


Mentions: Wallace & Effie Campbell - @Vio,
Interactions: Wallace Campbell - @Vio , Juniper Murray - @Winterswing & Morrigan Quinn - Me
 
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Jasper Grey


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Jasper blinked a few times as Ivar's low voice finally registered in his angry head. He really shouldn't fight with his sister, they were both as stubborn as each other and it usually came back around to bite him in the ass. He gave his best friend a mildly annoyed look, though he refused to take his anger and annoyance out on him. "My sister has been a brat since the get go," He grumbled at him. "I'm also quite aware of my own brat-ish behaviour at times, thank you very much."

"As for why she's a brat right now, Ivar..." He began in a smooth tone. Annoyance once again sparking in his grey eyes as he thought of his legs feeling as heavy as stone. "Why that's purely because of her little spell and thick head," He said, eyeing his pale haired friend from the corner of his eye.

He gave a soft snort of amusement, raked his fingers through his hair. "We've always been like this," He said simply. His eyes darkened slightly at the little reminder of the custard incident...Something that had quite effectively ruined custard for him. "I recall," He said, tightly. He ran a hand through his wavy brown hair and shrugged. "I guess it's just a sibling thing..." He muttered having no other explanation for why they acted the way they did.

He looked at the plate before him as Ivar stacked food onto it. His friend was an odd one, but he enjoyed his company, had from the moment they met really. Without a word he ate a few mouth fulls of food, only just now realising he was actually hungry. If he ever decided he wanted to deal with his sister again, he'd suggest eating first. Though, given their current predicament it might not be for a while.

He raised a brow at the ashes they fell to the table and the wand in Ivar's hand. "More unpleasantness I'm assuming," He inquired as he continued to eat his food. "I can't stand that rubbish," He muttered. Nor could he stand the drama that always seemed to follow close behind. Though he did feel a small spark of interest. "Who was it about this time?"

Mentions: Ivar Ragnulf @Bubbly Potions
Interactions: Ivar Ragnulf @Bubbly Potions
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ALISTAIR BLACKBOURNE

Of course Echo and Percy shared a room together. That had escaped Alistair's memory for a moment. He tried to seem as unfazed as possible as Echo threw one accusation after another, but all composure dissipated into nothing the moment she grabbed him by the collar.

The nerve of this woman.

He made an attempt to grab her hand, but by then she had already released him. Blood rose up to Alistair's face as he cleared his throat and straightened his collar. The few people who had been watching the commotion unfold looked away as soon as he glared back at them.

"Yes, I slept with her," Alistair finally admitted, looking her straight in the eye. Sparing her feelings was no longer any of his concern at this moment. If she wished him to tell the truth, then so be it. He will tell the truth and tell it in full. "And what of it? I'd rather be with a woman who doesn't pull at my collar, or ask me too many questions. If you want my respect, you'd do well to act respectable, as befits my family name."

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Echo Sayre @Princess Poisoned Rose

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Oliver Whitefang
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There was a dreadful silence as Oliver let the words sink in. Although Elise had been taking everything better than he had expected, there was no telling how she'd react to the actual truth.

And yet, she seemed to be calmer than ever. Normally, a confession like that would have had the opposite effect. People would usually be more guarded in his presence, if not outright insult and attack him. Oliver couldn't help the dumbfounded expression that graced his features then.

The questions seemed to flow out of her like water breaking free from a dam. It was so that by the time she ended her long list of questions, Oliver had already forgotten the first one. This girl just kept the surprises coming.

"It-it tastes different with each person. I don't know how to explain it--" Oliver stuttered, unsure how to react to her unusual reaction. He had never known anyone to be so curious about him before, so these questions were all very new to him. How could he even know if his senses were better, when there was nothing he could compare them to?

A familiar voice broke his train of thought. Oliver looked around wide-eyed, like a child caught making mischief.

"We were just talking about..." Oliver trailed, squinting as he tried to claw at his brain for last-minute lies. Sanguine would definitely not appreciate it if she knew he had been going around telling other people about their little secret. He looked at Elise, hoping she would read the pleading look on his face and finish his sentence for him.

"...the weather," he continued, when he thought Elise had not gotten his message.

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Interactions: Oliver Whitefang (@Adrian ) / Sanguine Faust (me)
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Elise felt bad when she realised that she had clearly continued her usual, incessant rambling. Oliver, unlike others who knew her well, was not used to her constant chatter and curiousity. Her expression twisted into one of guilt as she watched him with a small frown for a moment before muttering her soft apologies. “Sorry, Oliver. I tend to ramble. I can honestly go on for hours if people don’t stop me!” She chuckled softly, though her own habits irritated her she forced a humorous tone into her words. “Thank you for trying to answer me though! It’s really interesting…I had never spoken to a vampire to ask this stuff…- “


The golden-haired Ravenclaw was silenced when she noted the incoming female, a familiar redhead that had Elise shutting herself up quickly. Though she had never spoken to Sanguine or been around the other 6th year much, she only knew of her temper. Owlishly, she looked between Oliver and Sanguine, teeth biting softly into the flesh of her lower lip as she observed their interaction. Sanguine looked a mess – though she wasn’t going to be the one to comment on it. The red-head looked at her with an overly cautious gaze but Oliver with a much softer one. Friends, definitely.

“We were just talking about…”

Elise noted she had stopped listening to watch the two carefully, only for her to pick up something Oliver said. Panic began to pump her blood quicker as her heartbeat rocketed for a second. Elise caught Oliver’s pleading look, but she was in a panic and she was unsure on what to do…what to say! So, she blurted the first excuse she could fathom for why they were both out here.

“I…I was confessing!” Elise stammered out, cheeks growing increasingly red as she noted Oliver’s different response. The weather? That was not believable… was it? Unknowingly, her left hand began to caress her right as she cracked the knuckles, her gaze sliding to the ground. Hesitation stalled her words before she continued, her voice far quieter. “I was confessing…and he turned me down…” She mumbled out before looking up, painting a smile on her lips as she looked to Oliver. “Thanks for trying to save me embarrassment, that’s sweet.” Casting one last glance between the two, Sanguine looking at her curiously before she took a few, small hurried steps back. “I hope we have the chance to talk again and be friends! Sorry to take up so much time!”.

With that she spun on her heels and hurried back into the building, heading for the hall.
 
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Interactions: Elise (me) & Oliver (@Daddy )
Mentions: Joan (@Daddy )


Sanguine stared at the two of them, giving the girl a far harsher glance than she could even muster towards her friend now. Quietly, though her patience was quickly running short, she awaited an answer. Fortunately, Oliver spoke before she could even begin to feel her irritation bubble up. Raising a curious brow to his unfinished words, her arms folded defensively over her chest, her head tilted as she decided to wait and see their answer. Rashness had caused enough damage today. Sanguine briefly contemplated if she could talk to Oliver quicker if she simply scared the brunette off…

“…the weather,” “I…I was confessing!”

She first shot Oliver a due to the lack of belief she held in his answer. The weather? Really? Why would he be talking about the weather with a random Ravenclaw student? Rolling her eyes, she turned a curious but silent glare to the Ravenclaw as she continued. Each passing word had her feeling slightly sorrier for the girl though it was not enough for her to care. Much. Before Sanguine could say anything though, the Ravenclaw had hurried off with a brief goodbye to Oliver and a quick glance at her. Normally she could be annoyed…she just couldn’t right now.

Turning to Oliver, Sanguine simply stared at him curiously for a moment. Then, she softened. An exhausted sigh tumbled from her lips as she shot him a worried look. Her teeth dug harshly into her lip as she reached up to run a hand through the bloody coloured locks, dragging them from her face. “Ollie…I’ve done something s-so stupid.” She hissed out, her tone quiet and shaken, her emotions seeming to tangle further into a mess. With others gone and only her friend around, her composure was breaking. “I lost control…Joan…I-I am not clear on it but….” By now tears slid without a sob from her lips, down her pale, slowly reddening cheeks. “I punched her…not even normally! I saw red…I really hurt her, there was blood!” Her words dragged out in a tumbling mess as she shook her head furiously, her arms wrapping protectively around herself as she dug her nails back into the flesh of her arms once more.

“I’ve messed up…”
 
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Rory Thomson
SEVENTH YEAR RAVENCLAW
Once he'd had his fill of breakfast, Rory rose from his seat and happened to see Cyrus walking towards him. For a moment, they locked eyes with each other. Rory could tell she was still in a bad mood, either due to last night's events or something that had happened this morning. Not that it was particularly strange to see her in this state. As far as Rory knew, the girl was always so moody.

Then, the realization hit him like another fist to the face. He remembered how she had reacted towards him last night, how he had vowed to get her back for it. Though his nose was already back to its normal shape thanks to a little bit of magic, he could still vividly remember the pain. Anger made him grow tense, so that it took him a lot of willpower to keep a straight face as he approached her.

"Just the person I wanted to talk to," Rory attempted at a smile, though it was likely sour at best, "Now, where was I before you so rudely interrupted me?"

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Deborah Johnson
SEVENTH YEAR RAVENCLAW
How did Annie know about Tasha? Debbie felt her mouth go agape as the other girl spoke. It was useless to interrupt anyway. It didn't seem like Annie would let her talk or defend herself at all, as expected from the Head Girl. She always wanted the last word, didn't she? What had Debbie even done, apart from greet her and show her the newspaper?

"You're overreacting," She laughed sardonically, almost awkwardly, as she looked around at her fellow housemates to make sure she wasn't the only one who found all of this ridiculous. Debbie refused to feel pity towards anyone who would so blatantly accuse her over nothing. This pity party was not something she was going to partake in, no matter how many rivers Annie wanted to cry for her.

All this nonsense just increased Debbie's frustrations with the girl tenfold.

"I didn't do anything and I have no idea why you're reacting this way, but fine," Debbie called after Annie's retreating figure, lips forming into a thin straight line as she dropped her fork with a clatter, "If that's how you think of me and treat me in front of other people, then honestly, I think you don't actually care about me at all. You just care about making yourself look good."

Now that the attention of her housemates were all on her, Debbie didn't quite feel like sticking around anymore. She had lost her appetite anyway.

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Piper Ryeland

Seventh Year, Hufflepuff

Mentions: Lauren Harrison - @Bubbly Potions . Pedro Govanni - @Bubbly Potions - Nibbles NPC
Interactions: Lauren Harrison - @Bubbly Potions

Piper followed Lauren into the Great Hall, her feet almost dragging along the ground with reluctance. She'd much rather be looking for her fury companion then sitting and eating. The rainbow Puffskein had been with her from the very beginning of her time at Hogwarts he had also been the one of the first things her mother had ever given her, he'd come with her first letter. Piper hadn't been able to resist his cuteness even if the letter itself had thrown her off. She knew nearly nothing about the woman behind the letters, but that was slowly changing, much to her delight, she finally had a mother she could talk to.

She slid into place beside Lauren, the delicious smelling food slowly invading her senses. Meals in the Great Hall always smelt amazing and she definitely enjoyed eating. However, she was too sick with worry to even think of eating, it just felt wrong... Even if the points her roommate had given were good one. She could just eat after she found Nibbles. Also, her stress eating the night before had somewhat turned her off using food as a coping mechanisms; It had left her feeling crappy this morning even before Nibbles went missing

She straightened up her slumped shoulders and turned towards her friend of the fact she was leaving to continue looking; When her fellow Hufflepuff spoke the most wonderful words Piper had ever heard. "Pip, Nibbles... He's over there with Giovanni." She hardly registered the rest of the girls words as she whipped around to look for herself.

Sure enough, there was Nibbles sitting contentedly with the Gryffindor.

A soft little squeak left her as she flashed Lauren a bright smile, lightly squeezing her hand in thanks as she quickly slid from her place beside the other girl. Far to excited and relieved to worry about how much of a fool she was making of herself, as she very nearly skipped to the Gryffindor table.
 
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Oliver Whitefang
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There was a fleeting look of panic on Oliver's face when he realized he had spoken at the same time as Elise. A confession?! Well, that was unexpected, but certainly a lot more believable than his own lie. It would have been better had he not spoken at all, but Elise seemed to think otherwise. Her quiet gratitude, meant for his ears only, seemed to indicate that she thought him better for it. For that, he felt glad.

If Sanguine had been suspecting anything, there was no trace of that now on her face. Belatedly, Oliver realized that she was looking a lot less like her usual self this morning. Something had happened. Her trembling voice and the tears that began pouring down her cheeks only confirmed his worst fears. The smile on his face disappeared all at once.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" The questions began pouring out of him, brows knitting together in concern as he lifted up her bloodied palm. The sight of it and the smell made his eyes turn red for a split second, "Did anyone see your..." He gestured towards her eyes, before looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation.

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"Surely you're not that big of an airhead," Juniper said in a cool tone, her slender fingers splayed atop the paper. It was a shame that this girl was the only way for them to open the chamber of secrets for the Dark Lord, she really was quite pathetic. Completely unworthy of her heritage, her whole family was really. It was a pleasure to know they were all gone. She almost wanted to tell the girl as much.

She released a cool laugh as Morrigan revealed every filthy piece of proof. The girl was covered in marks and in obvious discomfort in other places. It was highly entertaining to witness. "Mhm, I think that's proof enough don't you?" She purred, green eyes glinting with dark humour. She was definitely enjoying the girls discomfort as well as her pain. She briefly flicked her gaze up to Morrigan's, a small smirk curling her lip.

She caught the girls jaw, her gaze brushing over the mess of her skin. "You really do like to drag your reputation through the dirt don't you, Gaunt." She tightened her grip briefly on the girls jaw before giving her a mocking look of disgust and releasing her. "Throwing yourself into the arms of the first willing body," She said, sliding a cool gaze down the Slytherin table to the commotion a little further away. "I'm willing to be Blackbourne left you right afterwards too."

"Now it's really only a matter of time before those..." She gave a dark laugh. "Can they even be called friends? Likely not after this," She said with a wave of her hand towards girl in front of her with. "No, i think when this little rumour comes out as true, you'll lose what little support you have left."

Which was an interesting thing to keep in mind, if manipulating the girl didn't work, there was always the option of crushing her spirit completely. She wouldn't be able to put up any resistance what so ever. That way was too simple however and perhaps not pleasing to the Dark Lord.

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Sanguine felt her friend take her hand, the one she knew what stained with the same rest she survived on but at this moment loathed. A quiet sob fell from her lips as she further screwed her eyes shut as if the action would cause her to vanish from the problems and emotions troubling her. She knew by now her cheeks had become the usual red she despised and her eyes, though not in bloodlust or rage, were red from tears. Sanguine knew she was a mess but was far from caring right now.

Eventually, she dared to open her eyes and she gave Oliver a small look before shaking her head. “I…I don’t know.” She murmured, looking increasingly worried. “I don’t remember! I was fine…. then a fruit bloody hits me in the face and Joan is there, holding that tray!” Her voice rose as anger began to seep back into her consciousness before it dropped once again, “I can’t remember, Ollie. It was just red…I got mad. I am not even sure why that then made me so mad! It’s far from the worst thing that’s ever happened but…I snapped…”

Sanguine slowly let her arms drop to her sides, though the guilt made her want to wrap them around her tightly. To keep her together. She inhaled, a short breath before she gave her friend a soft, weak smile. “I am fine. The only one hurt is Joan. They took her off to the infirmary I think. Someone spelled me after I got stunned by the blood, so I wasn’t really focused.”. Sanguine sighed a tired huff of breath, her eyes downcast she couldn’t even look at Oliver when she realised something else. “What if- What if my eyes changed? I didn’t hold back either…I’ve messed up! We could get caught…Liz is going to kill me…”
 
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It wasn't surprising to hear that Sanguine had lost control over her emotions yet again. This was the very foundation of their friendship, after all. It was how they all met and was part of what kept them together. If their secret were to get out, it could mean hostility from their classmates. Or worse, expulsion.

The worry on Oliver's face mirrored Sanguine's own. Her voice grew more and more panicked with each word that spilled out of her lips. At once, she was rage, confusion, and anxiety mingled altogether.

"Calm down," Oliver was far from his usual cheery demeanor now, but he tried his best to seem calm, even if deep inside he was terror-stricken and worried to death for his friend. He steadied two hands on her shoulders, then after a bit of hesitation, pulled her into an embrace. Even though his intent was to give her some comfort, he couldn't help but think that perhaps there was something more to what he was doing.

Now was not the time to think about that, though.

"We don't know if Joan knows yet," Oliver pulled away, looking her straight in the eyes, "You should go talk to her. Apologize, for her sake and yours too. Maybe then you can find out if she saw anything..."

@Sanguine Fox