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Slytherin: 48 |
Ravenclaw: 880 |
Hufflepuff: 1022 |
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Date: January 16th, 2013
Today's Forecast: The air is reminiscent of spring. The snow, turning slowly into a fine carpet of slush, is slowly disappearing after a decidedly warm spell. |
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It is now: Year 7 - Day 4 - Supper/Quidditch Practice
Happening now: Supper Azkaban Trip is now out of time. Feel free to continue all plots as planned. Feel free to finish all plots out of time. |
| Next: Day 5: Valentine's Day |
| Read Today's Daily Prophet: Knights of Walpurgis attack Hogwarts; Belleford steps down as Hogwarts closes until further notice |
| Welcome to Hogwarts Interactive Role Play, one of the net's best in Harry Potter and Hogwarts role plays. We hope you enjoy your visit. Here at Hogwarts our students are currently in their Seventh Year. Last year, the war against the Knights crescendoed into a direct attack against the school. Disappearances are still reported (or not) daily, and the Dark Lord and his Knights of Walpurgis have succeeded in spreading their message of "do as thou will" far and wide across the globe. Magical Law Enforcement, which is now the only authority in the wizarding world under Martial Law, has responded by tightening security, controlling the media, and strictly enforcing curfews and other laws. Their control is damaging to the people's freedom, and their hierarchy is a suspicious lot. It is clear that some members of the MLE like their new found power a bit too much, others see it necessary, but all are in serious danger of being consumed by it. But with the picture of just what Azariah Amaranth is after becoming ever clearer, and a third player in the form of a group called SAVIOR entering the scene, what will the MLE do next to ensure that they've got the situation under control? The Elementium, the Higher Plane that had once been hidden just beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries, and the Deathly Hallows. The pieces of the puzzle have been identified, but what picture do they make? Today is Day 1 of Year Seven. Students have had time to recover from the Knight's attack, and are beginning to reluctantly return to the walls of Hogwarts. The safety of the school has been diminished, bringing up the question everyone must ask. Are you safe anywhere these days? It's up to each individual to decide their fate, where will you decide to go? You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. If you are interested in joining our forum as a role player, please take a look at the Joining HIRP Checklist (click me!) for an easy-to-follow guide on how to join! Click here to register! Await your email confirmation before you can post. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| The Grounds; No idea what day... {Year 2} | |
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| Abaddon Delitrous | Sep 8 2007, 01:10:34 PM Post #1 |
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Walking out onto the ground in the cool, musk, summer air, Abaddon was dressed messily in his robes. He hadn't bothered to go to the Ravenclaw Common Room, so he improvised by fixing up his robes so he would be comfortable. Yawning and putting his hands behind his head as a pillow of sorts, Abaddon made his way out towards the lake. It was quiet and that's how he preferred it. Loud noises were bothersome and large quantities of people were troublesome. Taking a deep breath and sitting on a hill overlooking the lake, he gazed out on the water and relaxed. ---- He awoke in the middle of the night to find himself sleeping in the place where he was resting a few hours earlier. Quickly pushing himself up and fixing his robes, he walked off calmly to the Ravenclaw tower. |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Sep 12 2007, 08:31:47 PM Post #2 |
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Tristan wandered casually out of the main doors and across the Grounds to the Herbology Greenhouses. He found the subject to be somewhat interesting and had passed suitably the previous year. He reached the door to Greenhouse 3 and found it locked firmly. No matter... He flicked his hand and his wand appeared in his palm from his arm holster. "Alohomora," but the door was obviously locked by something more powerful than the generic unlocking charm could penetrate. He nestled down against the warn glass to wait for his friends or the Professor. As he sat his mind pondered on a new revelation he had found out that morning. He had been made Quidditch captain for the Ravenclaw house team. He intended to hold a tryout/practice session that evening to find/meet his new team members. (Not sure what way we're going yet). He had decided to play Chaser as it was the most active and fast paced role in the game. He glanced down at his chest and fingered the shiny, new badge that adorned his robes. His heart swelled with pride as he did. |
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| Hellius Surla | Sep 14 2007, 07:38:24 PM Post #3 |
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If we see a man glorifying his race, gender, or creed, we can understand there is nothing about himself that deserves glorification.
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Hellius slowly walked out to the grounds for the first time in a year. So many things had happened over that small little break that he was seeing things through what seemed new eyes. His pack was slung over his shoulder, and he was dressed messily in his robes. The new scar he had recieved from the accident was still straining across his back and it was still painful. Sighing to himself and sitting under a tree near the lake, he laid back on the grassy knoll and looked up into the many branches. |
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| Abaddon Delitrous | Sep 14 2007, 07:59:54 PM Post #4 |
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Abaddon lazily pulled himself out to the grounds for a little relaxation and a little time to write in his notebook. There were so many ideas lingering in his head for new spells and incantations and he needed to write them down... or he would eventually forget them. Yawning as he looked around, he noticed someone sitting under a tree. Abaddon didn't care. People would just distract him from his brainstorming. Taking a seat down by the shore of the lake, he pulled his notebook and a quill out of his bag and began to write. The Nod-off Needle, a rather interesting plant, has spores that it releases that can put people to sleep. It is used in the Draught of Living Death, yet find a way to harness it into a spell. Abaddon wrote, thinking of more ideas. His sadistic side was emerging now... bloody ideas were coming out. If the heart happened to explode, the blood from it would over-run the body. This would require some telekinesis prowess so tighten a grip around the heart. The victim will drown in their own blood. He continued to pour the inner workings of his heart out onto the paper. If was filled with disturbing thoughts and continued to fill up as the time went by. |
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| Hellius Surla | Sep 14 2007, 08:04:30 PM Post #5 |
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Hellius watched as another student came out to the grounds for no apparent reason. He had remembered seeing this guy from somewhere, but he couldn't remember. Figuring that he should at least ask, he stood, and then followed after the boy until he saw him sitting out on the shore. Sighing to himself, having the urge to go back, he didn't follow his intuition and went down there anyways. He stopped several meters away from Abaddon. "You know... it probably isn't the greatest idea to sit so close to the lake. So many beasts live under there." |
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| Abaddon Delitrous | Sep 14 2007, 08:07:48 PM Post #6 |
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Abaddon recognized the voice of whoever it was who just followed him - Hellius. Pausing for a moment, he picked his head up to look out to the water, and just then, a new idea came to his mind. Blind the enemy... by making their eyeballs implode. After completing that sentence, Abaddon closed his notebook and slipped it and his quill back into his bag. Staring out at the lake, he didn't even turn around. "Hellius... Nice to see you again. How's Mascacra?" |
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| Hellius Surla | Sep 14 2007, 08:11:41 PM Post #7 |
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If we see a man glorifying his race, gender, or creed, we can understand there is nothing about himself that deserves glorification.
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Hellius paused and took a seat very carefully. The thought of Mascacra pierced his mind in an unexpected blow. He hadn't seen her in... months. Resting his head in his hands, he thought of the last encounter they had. It was a sad and abrupt moment... it was something he couldn't avoid. "Peachy." He thought and thought... and remembered who this guy was. They were friends... damn that Summer. He began to wish that he didn't know him. "Abaddon..." |
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| Abaddon Delitrous | Sep 14 2007, 08:31:44 PM Post #8 |
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Sighing and still not turning around, Abaddon tilted his head to the side to make it pop. This was boring... Hellius was boring... People were boring. Entertainment needed to come or he was going to snap. Leaning to the left and pulling out his wand, he looked at it for awhile before pointing it out towards the water. He was going to experiment a bit... with some ideas. This one, at this point, was to take the ideas of Incendio, but keep it a steady beam instead of just one little bolt of fire. Making the same movement with his wand for Incendio, yet a little bit altered, he flicked it. "Flagroaries," Abaddon muttered. A small reddish beam fired from his wand for about 2 seconds and then dissipated. It had worked, but it was still too difficult for his level to keep intact. "What is it that you want?" |
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| Hellius Surla | Sep 14 2007, 10:19:22 PM Post #9 |
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If we see a man glorifying his race, gender, or creed, we can understand there is nothing about himself that deserves glorification.
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How can this guy do this stuff...? Hellius sighed and leaned back. The memory of the whole accident was still racing through his mind like a broken record. He wondered what really had happened to cause it. "I... needed to relax and someone to talk to. How is Mascacra anyways? I haven't seen her in..." He trailed off... Mascacra was a soft subject. |
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| Abaddon Delitrous | Sep 14 2007, 10:45:22 PM Post #10 |
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"She's fine," Abaddon moaned, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder. "And as lovely as ever." He began to walk off, bored, and feeling unaccomplished. Hellius had interrupted him and he would pay in awhile. Walking back up the hill away from the lake, he sighed once more and then looked back at his adversary. Shaking his head and looking back forward, he motioned with his left hand to signal him to follow. "Join me for lunch." And at that note, Abaddon left the grounds. |
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| Hellius Surla | Sep 17 2007, 06:36:28 PM Post #11 |
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Hellius yawned, not wanting to keep himself in his presence. Abaddon had changed over the summer, that was for sure. He wasn't positive if it was what happened between them during that time, because Abaddon was completely normal after the fact. Shrugging and pushing himself back up, Hellius left the grounds. |
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| Abaddon Delitrous | Sep 24 2007, 09:05:33 PM Post #12 |
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Abaddon strolled out to the grounds with his guitar over his shoulder. He was almost itching from anticipation and want to practice again; he didn't know why. Sighing, wanting it to end, he took a seat under a tree, against the trunk. Resting it on his knee and tuning the strings, Abaddon tested it until he heard that it was in tune. Beginning to finger some notes, figuring out the chords of the song, he hummed it silently to match it. Finding the notes that matched and then making note of them, he began playing it, adding the chords that came when he found them. A map of the world... He strummed along to his humming, attempting to make as little noise as possible. Abaddon didn't want anyone to know his presence if they truly were around. The song began to make it's appearance at last. Though it was only the main rifts, it still satisfied his craving. On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of sin. Through the blood he can learn, see the life that it turned from council of one. He'll decide when he's done with the innocent... He sighed, stopping the playing that was coming from his fingertips. It was time for the next class and he hated that fact. Standing, holding the guitar in his left hand and reaching into his pocket with the other, Abaddon pulled out his wand and aimed it at the guitar. Flicking the piece of wood, muttering the incantation, it flew off to the Ravenclaw tower. Pocketing his wand and then walking towards Transfiguration, Abaddon left the grounds. |
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