1942: A Hogwarts RP [RP Thread]

[Hydrangea]

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Cecelia Campbell
Hogwarts Express

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Cecelia was taken back by Roscoe's words. What the hell was this guy's problem? She had never done anything to him, hell she barely knew the guy beyond seeing him on the sidelines of a few of the other bullies and observing him in a few of her classes. She observed him following his rant, she knew to keep her tongue trapped firmly in her mouth... or risk expulsion. She had a bad habit of acting before she thought, that was what got her in trouble in third year --- and being a prefect called for more professional behavior. She glanced down at her wand, the urge to throw some sort of spell out at Roscoe was insanely appealing... but that would only be asking for trouble. She wasn't interesting in causing chaos on the way to their destination, besides she was sure they were almost there. She couldn't wait to get off the train at this point, just being near this guy was starting to irritate her. She bit her tongue, looking at his stupidly smug face before burying her nose back into her book.

A few hours of silence followed, Cecelia could feel her face flushed with anger the entire ride. She couldn't believe that she held it together for so long, part of her wished she would have allowed herself to have the untimely meltdown --- the one that would have put that damn Roscoe in his place. But part of her felt baffled, because her red cheeks weren't solely from anger. She kept taking sideways glances at Roscoe the entire ride, his slouched and bored posture was something to be admired. She wished she could actually act like she didn't care about school and found the whole thing boring, she wished she had shown promise in something like Quidditch like he had. Truth be told, she had only started to go to the games to see the aggressive Slytherin seeker in action. Sure, it was nice to sit with her fellow Gryffindors and cheer on their team... but she usually found her eyes glued to Roscoe the entire time. They had never spoken besides passing glances in the hallway, and now this --- it was a little too much for Cecelia.

She was jerked from her thoughts as the train suddenly sputtered to a halt, signaling that they had finally arrived at their destination. She sighed with relief, ready to get off this wild ride. She glanced at Roscoe, grabbing Joker's cage. She had to meet up with her fellow prefects in order to help the first years get into place. Her cheeks flushed once again seeing Roscoe smirk at her, almost as if to wordlessly ask her why she hadn't retorted. She flicked her hair to the side and walked with purpose out of the carriage and into the sea of first years and other various students. The girl quickly stood near the other prefects, some of whom seemed confused why she hadn't sat with them in the first place. She gave an apologetic look, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Sorry... I was a little misinformed on some of the duties.." She blushed once again, this time in pure embarrassment. One of the other prefects laughed, smiling at her and telling her it was absolutely fine. She let out a sigh of relief, before following the other prefects and helping the first year students get to their next destination, the great hall. Once the first years were within, shaking with anticipation for the sorting ceremony, Cecelia herself sat down at the Gryffindor table --- close to the doors so that she could quickly rise to escort the students to their dormitory when the time came. She sighed and looked out towards the other tables, she couldn't get Roscoe out of her head.

The male Gryffindor prefect looked at her with a smile, he had always admired Cecelia... but she seemed to have her head in a different place. Cecelia turned and looked at him, aware that he had been staring at her. She stretched and gave a fake yawn, pretending that she was merely tired and spacing out.

This was going to be a long year.

 

[Schade]

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Damien Schade
Hogwarts express
Late morning
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Raven put no effort into hiding her excitement about Damien's entrance, as she made a cute little squeal. “Hello, I'm glad you found me! I was worried I was gonna get stuck with Hufflepuffs or Gryffindors. . . ugh, or first years. Like they're cute, I get it, but they ask a ton of questions, they want to talk about everything.” she said. It was quite obvious she had missed someone to talk to, and she was right: conversations with Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs made one seriously consider jumping off from a very high place. Damien laughed warmly as he gave her a big hug. Raven also mirrored what Damien did, and put most of her stuff on the seat, occupying it from nosy 'Puffs. “I know how you feel. I like my parents well enough, but I miss everybody, and being able to do magic for myself. Like who's idea was that?” she commented when Damien exclaimed his joy of getting back to Hogwarts.

It was funny she would mention that. Though use of magic is strictly forbidden in the muggle world, Damien got away with transforming into his falcon form more times than he bothered to count. He was always careful though, and was never seen by muggles for long periods of times, though rumors started that an albino falcon had taken up residence in the Schade family's backyard.

The train ride was pleasant. Damien and Raven both shared giggles and mean-spirited rants about the other houses, all while gracefully declining entry into their seating area to everyone who passed. It was no secret that Slytherins were douchebags to more or less everyone, even amongst other slytherins. It was a stigma one had to live up to, for whatever reason. Damien also declined the Trolley-witch when she came and offered candy, as he knew there would be a feast of legendary proportions once they got to the sorting ceremony. Ignoring his rumbling belly, the chatter went on as the two shared stories from their summer, as well as family drama, expectation for the new year and so on.

As the train ventured forwards, they could eventually see the huge castle that was more or less their second home nowdays. He had grown quite fond of the rather dark and gloomy Slytherin dorms by now, and it was good to be out of the house. Though his mother was a kind and loving woman, she could get a little overbearing in the long run. Especially after Damien succeeded in his animagi spell. "Watch out for bird-watchers!" she always said. He chuckled at the thought. He always missed home during his years at Hogwarts, but that all just made it a lot better for when he actually came home. It was strange, really. when at Hogwarts, he missed home, while when at home he missed Hogwarts.

As the train pulled up at the station, it was time for all the students to get off. That was easier said than done, considering there were only one train, and an absolute sh*tload of students. Chaos was sure to ensue, and Damien knew by now to just sit back and relax while the first wave of first years ran like a river through the corridors and out unto the platform. He shrugged as he remembered his own first year and being part of that ungodly mosh-pit as he tried to exit the train. After the first wave of inexperienced first years exited, the more experienced students that had mastered the art of not being trampled to death started to exit in a way more orderly fashion. One could almost see the flashbacks written all over their faces as they looked at the first years messes and kept their distance from them. During this whole ordeal, Damien had started to pack up his things, leaving the cubicles nearly empty save from Raven and her own things. The duo earned even more nasty glares as students passed them and saw how spacious it was in there.

"Looks like it's our time to go. You ready?" Damien asked Raven, who nodded in anticipation. The corridors of the train were narrow, and was littered with minor items that the first years had dropped during their stampede. There were few students left on the train now, and knowing he would be amongst the last to exit the train, Damien picked up the pace. The carriage was deathly quiet now, save from the low mumbling and cursing of the poor soul that was going to clean up this mess after all the students had exited. Stepping off the train, Damien made sure to make a proper leap, as the space between the platform and the train was surprisingly wide. Stepping behind the yellow line, he took a deep breath, and took in the familiar sight of the busy platform. Students were lining up to get to the horse-less wagons that would take them the moderate distance from the platform to the castle itself. The ride was always suspenceful, with students filled with awe, anticipation etc.

As the carriages reached the castle, Damien got off and headed in a different direction than the first years. As a fifth year, he was now familiar with the schools routines, and there were no need for him to be at the introductory ceremony. The older students were lead straight to the main hall, which was filled with tables representing the four houses, as well as the longtable at the end where the teachers and headmaster were seated at. They all gleamed with joy and anticipation at the students storming in, and a few of them greeted the students as they entered. Damien made sure to stick close to Raven, and managed to find them a seat by their table with a good view of the sorting hat, which was located just in front of the teachers table. As Damien sat down with the familiar faces, he began to greet his fellow classmates. Though he didn't have many friends per se, he was on friendly terms with more or less everyone, and they seemed genuinely happy to see him there. After a while of mindless chatter, the headmaster signaled for everyone to be quiet as the ceremony was about to begin.

 

[Samayouru]

Ivory Corvino
Hogwarts Express

It was a few hours before the spires of Hogwarts began to peek over the horizon – and by then the sky had begun to bruise. Ivory watched this stone leviathan rise through the window, propping her head up using her elbow. Even though she didn’t show it there was a real sense of nostalgia that washed over her whenever she came across this sight. She remembered the very first time that it happened – her jaw had almost dropped to the floor of the train when she learned just how large and grand Hogwarts was compared to her previous school. She almost sighed – it was a shame she didn’t get to see Michael react in the same way.

It wasn’t long after this that the train began to slow, the platform rolling into Ivory’s line of sight. By then she’d gathered her things, holding Borwin’s cage on her lap. He screeched impatiently and flapped his wings, prompting Ivory to roll her eyes. ‘Calm down,’ she said. ‘You’ll get the chance to stretch your wings in a minute or two.’ This was small comfort to Borwin, who merely stared at her sourly, his chest puffed up in an attempt to show her how grouchy he was. Ivory ignored him – he could be such a big baby sometimes.

She didn’t get off at first – the newer student had that honour – and knowing the pack mentality these kids often had it was probably safer if she waited. Once she was sure that she was one of the last in her carriage she finally shifted, taking her suitcase in one hand and Borwin’s cage in the other. The cold evening air struck her face when she left, which again triggered her memories. She hadn’t expected it to be so cold when she first got off the Hogwarts Express – now it was all part of the experience to her. She followed the older students to the carriages and almost dropped her things when she noticed the large, leathery, skeletal horses tethered to the front of them.

Most people didn’t even notice them – simply climbing up onto their seats and talking as these creatures brought them to Hogwarts – and Ivory knew why. They couldn’t see them – and up until last spring neither could she. These things – no, Thestrals, if her memory served her correctly – were only visible to those who had seen and accepted death, both of which Ivory had done. It still didn’t stop them from looking a little eerie though, she thought to herself as she got up onto one of the empty carriages.

She was soon followed by another girl – someone who Ivory was familiar with. She was a squat, pimply girl with incredibly thick glasses, and kept her eyes to the floor of the carriage. Myrtle Warren was her name, and judging from the frown on her face, she didn’t look very happy to be at Hogwarts. Ivory couldn’t blame her – she’d heard of the teasing Myrtle got for her appearance on top of being a Mudblood, it was no wonder she wasn’t talking at all.

The Thestral snorted and flicked its ears back when the carriage pulled up to the entrance of Hogwarts, drawing to a halt next to the other carriages that hadn’t returned to pick up more students from the station. And it was at this moment that something happened – something that Ivory didn’t anticipate. The Thestral stopped sharply, jerking the carriage forward just enough to dislodge Myrtle’s glasses from her nose. She yelped in surprised and before Ivory knew what she was doing her hands darted towards them, catching them before they hit the floor of the carriage. They stared at the glasses in silence for a couple of seconds before Ivory slowly brought her hand to Myrtle’s. “Here,” she said, her fingers trembling from the shot of adrenaline.

Myrtle looked to her, lips parted and eyes wide, then back to her glasses and quickly took them from her. “T-Thank you,” she mumbled, and within a heartbeat she had scrambled out of the carriage and was heading over to join the other students heading into the castle.

Ivory blinked and slowly got down herself, shaking her head in an attempt to calm her pulse. She was damn lucky that nobody had seen her do that – if they had, then she was very certain that others would begin picking on her too. She bit her lip and entered the school. All she’d done was help someone – that’s what she’d want someone to do if she’d suddenly dropped something fragile, right? Ivory cleared her throat as she entered the Great Hall and took a seat at the Ravenclaw table. There was no point in mulling over it - she had bigger things to worry about.

It wasn’t like she was a friend of Myrtle’s anyway.

 

[VampirateMace]

Raven Snowshield
Hogwarts Express > Hogwarts Castle
Late Morning > Evening

Raven and Damien smack talked about the other houses as the Hogwarts Express rolled through the countryside, and detouring anyone looking for a new seat from joining them. Raven was not terribly surprised when he declined to buy any candy, but she got up and used her small bit of change to get a chocolate frog and some Bertie Bott's every flavor beans.

She stuff the frog pack into her sweater pocket for later, and pulled open the packet of jellybeans. She selected a nice little red bean, which turned out to be nothing more exotic then strawberry, and held the bag out offering Damien one. She ate/tasted a few more, salt, butterbeer, apple pie, chocolate, spinach, Swiss cheese, blueberry, before folding up the pack and stowing the other two thirds away for later. She was pretty hungry, so it was a hard choice to make, but she knew from experience she'd feel better if she waited to get some real food at the banquet instead of downing a lot of sugar right now.

They could just see the castle in the distance as darkness fell. Soon they'd pulled into the station. Raven made sure her stuff was properly stowed in her trunk (which she knew staff was coming for), and pulled out a robe to put on over her muggle clothes. Meanwhile the first years rushed out excitedly, followed by many of the other students. She stuck her tongue out at a passing Gryffindor sixth year, who was glaring at them. Slytherins look out for there own, if they bother to look out for anyone.

She glanced over as Damien asked if she was ready. Raven got a big smile, “Yeah, hopefully there's not too much fanfare this year. I assume you're as hungry as me, right? Oh, that's something else I've missed about Hogwarts, the food!”

Raven followed him into the hall, stooping over to pick a couple knuts and a discarded wizard card out of the rubbish on the floor. She continued after her bestie, with small leap to the platform, laughing happily of course. . . until she laid eyes on the carriage line. The bad thing about getting off last was the line to get onto a horseless carriage. Still, they could probably get one to themselves being at the end of the line. Stepping up into the dark carriage she felt a rush of calm, but Damien's face betrayed a wide mix of emotions. She addressed him, “It's great being back, isn't it? Wonder how many we'll get this year? They make good spies and flunkies, you know.”

They stayed close together until they got to the great hall and found seats. It was good to have a friend when readjusting to how many people were in the castle. Greeting and hugging a few friends, upon reaching the table, it was genuinely a happy experience.

Soon the headmaster was signaling for silence. The first years would be shuffling in any minute now.

 

[Vern]

Fenris Arkwright
Hogwarts Express
Late Morning > Evening

For a while, Fenris entertained himself by watching as his compartment-mate opened up chocolate frogs. The boy’s eyes lit up once, probably because he had found a rare card or something, but soon lapsed back into what looked to Fenris like boredom. When he was sure the Gryffindor wasn’t looking, he did a few transmutation exercises, slowly coaxing his left hand into a lizard-like claw, then returning it to normal. His father had asked him to practice constantly, whenever he had free time, and while he himself didn’t exactly hold his Father’s advice in high regard, he was also smart enough to listen when his personal safety was concerned. After the accident involving his sister, the old man had doubled, if not tripled his attention to safety, and Fenris’s lazy, pain-hating side appreciated it and was grateful. The exercises were just one aspect of that increased attention - after all, when you’re messing around with your own body, you can’t afford to get rusty.

“Hey, Fenris,” the other boy says, jerking him out of his vegetative state, “Let’s get going.” His voice is oddly gentle, as though he wanted to avoid startling him. Still curled up in his seat, Fenris watches as the Gryffindor proceeds to leave without him, washed away by the tides of eager first-years.

What happened to ‘let’s’? he thinks to himself, giving a wry smile of amusement.

When the cabin is empty, he murmurs an incantation and taps his wand on his suitcase, transmuting it into a scarf, which he wraps around his neck. The material is hard, leathery, a bit too rectangular and a bit too heavy, but it’s still more manageable than a trunk, and altogether pretty good for such a quick process. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he joins the back end of the people-river, where there’s a bit more space, and makes his way towards a carriage.

In front of him, a relatively familiar-looking girl with hair that is pretty much white is getting into one of the self-driving carriage, followed by a short girl with glasses. Both Ravenclaws, both people that he knew the names of. Ivory, and Myrtle. The latter had been bullied before. That’s about it, though. Their carriage is empty apart from the two of them, and since most people have already taken their seats, it’s unlikely that any more would come. While sharing a carriage with two girls wasn’t exactly high on his list of things that he’d enjoy, it’ll be better than being crammed into a similar carriage with excitable first years. If there was one thing he disliked, it was excitable children. Maybe because they make me feel dead inside. He gives himself that wry smile again.

Careful not to intrude on anything, he steps cautiously into the carriage and takes a seat as far away from the two as possible. They’re both quiet, and he’s glad about that - talking to girls had never been a strong suit of his. Leaning against the window-frame, he doses off, the monotony of the journey - as well as the fact that he had stayed up all night reading the day before - having made him sleepy.

A while later, the carriage jerks to a stop, waking him from his nap. He remains in his curled-up sleeping position as the other two get off, waiting for their footsteps to fade before standing up himself and hopping rather clumsily out of the carriage. He spots the girl from before heading towards the castle, and, deciding that he has nothing better to do, follows her in, keeping enough distance as to make it seem like he wasn’t associated with her at all. The glasses girl - Myrtle - is nowhere to be seen.

I wonder if she’ll mind if I next to her at the dinner. He thinks to himself, tugging uncomfortably at his transmuted ‘scarf’, At least she seems like the quiet type, the type who’d let me eat in peace - actually, never mind. There are too many implications. He had been teased relentlessly once for sitting next to a popular girl that everyone liked, and knew not to repeat the mistake - even though the circumstances might be different now. Sighing, he makes his way to the Ravenclaw table, his eyes scanning for a free seat in an inconspicuous location.