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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: |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 20 2008, 07:31:49 PM (931 Views) | |
| Melanie Wilson | Aug 20 2008, 07:31:49 PM Post #1 |
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Melanie stumble into the grounds . Her head was full of thoughts. She knew that what she had done was wrong , but she always had to speak her mind. She took a sit by a tree leaning against a healthy tree trunk. Dinner had been awful , except for the part that she had met Andreas , who she found very nice. Smiling at the thought of Andreas , she muttured to herself "Finally someone in Slytherin that's like me. - I guess." she gave a little laugh. Melanie was tired of sitting down so she layed down on the cold grass ,and looked up at the clear night sky. The closed her eyes , not caring if she fell asleep. |
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| Teyla Gryffen | Aug 20 2008, 08:55:53 PM Post #2 |
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Teyla entered the Grounds with her bag on her shoulder. She took off her school robes and placed it on the ground. She sat down on it and brought out a book to begin reading. Something called Redwall about some little mice who have to defend their place against some big nasty rat named Cluny. What kind of name is Cluny? She opened the book and began reading. |
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| Precious Hindert | Aug 21 2008, 02:37:59 PM Post #3 |
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Precious walked onto the Grounds, straight towards Melanie. She touched her pink hair, raising her eyebrows at the girl. "Ah Melanie, I'm back to pink my dear. Though tell me, was all that shit in the Great Hall nessicary? I mean, come on." Precious said, smirking. She crossed her arms and shifted all her wieght to her left leg. |
![]() who are you? are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? have you created a life for yourself where you're free to experience them? I have. I am crazy, but I am free | |
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| Melanie Wilson | Aug 21 2008, 03:07:20 PM Post #4 |
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Melanie's clear view of the sky was ruined by a pink haired familiar girl. She rolled her eyes as she heard Precious commenting on what had just happened in the Great Hall. "Back to being Pinky eh ? Ok,ok , sorry for calling you that . I was a bit pissed of Precious." she said telling the truth. "No all that shit was not nessacery at all . It's just that I was talking to a friend and someone butts in into the conversation . I was whispering it to him . So I got really pissed of. " she stood up to face Precious. "And you. Do you HAVE to be so cruel to whoever Im friends with? Fuck!! " she said without feeling any guilt. |
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| Precious Hindert | Aug 21 2008, 03:21:29 PM Post #5 |
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"Oh? I interrupted? Why I'm sorry, I just wanted to say hello, after all, you are my favorite person." Precious said in a sarcastic tone. She then came close to Melanie's face. "But whatever it is that you and your little blood traitor friend is up to, I'd just say: Fuck it. Because it ain't gonna happen. I've got my eye on you, Wilson." spat Precious. She pushed Melanie, and satisfied with her threat, left the Grounds. |
![]() who are you? are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? have you created a life for yourself where you're free to experience them? I have. I am crazy, but I am free | |
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| Melanie Wilson | Aug 21 2008, 04:04:53 PM Post #6 |
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As Precious spat on her ,and puched her before she left , Melanie fell on the ground. Pain , started to take over her "tooch" ( :lol: ) . Frowning , Melanie got up ,and walked back to the castle not wanting to talk to anyone. |
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| Teyla Gryffen | Aug 21 2008, 04:31:14 PM Post #7 |
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Teyla looked up from her book as she heard raised voices from somewhere on the grounds. It was a couple of Slytherins having a heated conversation. Lovely. She looked back down at her book and read. She yawned and her neck became sore from constantly looking down. She read to the end of chapter 4 and placed her unicorn bookmark in place of chapter 5 and closed the book, placing it into her bag. She scooted to her knees and got up. She decided she should go and actually socialize with her fellow house-mates in the Hufflepuff Common-room. She left the grounds and headed to the Dungeons. |
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| Mike Endicott | Aug 21 2008, 09:43:28 PM Post #8 |
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OOC: Godmoding Preci here... Mike stepped onto the Grounds, surprised he was still hodling Precious' hand. He set down next to a trunk of a tree. Mike crouched infront of her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Precious, are you ok? Listen, just breathe OK? See if you can clear your head." Mike said, attempting to look her in the eyes. |
WIDE OPEN ARMS CAN FEEL SO COLD, SO COLD![]() BRANDON & PANDORA | |
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| Precious Hindert | Aug 21 2008, 09:55:17 PM Post #9 |
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Precious rocked back and forth, her eyes glued to the floor. She felt Mike's hands on her shoulders and she smiled, but still didn't even look at him. "Mike, vous baiser! Vous ne devriez pas me toucher, La Genèse amours you? Vous le savez ? Et si vous cassez son coeur, je donnerai un coup de pied à votre âne entièrement au Pluton." Precious murmured. She rarely spoke French, though it was her first language and learned to kick off the accent. Then, without thinking, and feeling slightly aroused, she leaned forward and kissed Mike on the lips. She pulled back immediately, placing her hand on her forehead. "Non, non, non. Je suis Mike désolé. Je vous aime, votre bien à la Genèse. Je suis juste vraiment troublé. Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît ?" Precious asked. She then wondered why she was speaking in French. |
![]() who are you? are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? have you created a life for yourself where you're free to experience them? I have. I am crazy, but I am free | |
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| Mike Endicott | Aug 21 2008, 10:22:59 PM Post #10 |
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Mike shook his head when Precious kissed him. "Precious, get yourself straightened out!" he said. He would have yelled at her, or slapped her, but he reminded himself she was a girl, and he couldn't hit girls. |
WIDE OPEN ARMS CAN FEEL SO COLD, SO COLD![]() BRANDON & PANDORA | |
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| Precious Hindert | Aug 21 2008, 11:59:15 PM Post #11 |
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Precious blinked a couple of seconds, she then felt tears coming down her face. She leaned forward and laid her head on Mike's shoulder. "Oh Mike, I'm so sorry." Precious said, wrapping her arms around his neck. After a couple of minutes, she let go of him, and stood up. "I'm sorry, I have to go." she said with a sniffle. She then turned on her heel and left the Grounds. |
![]() who are you? are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? have you created a life for yourself where you're free to experience them? I have. I am crazy, but I am free | |
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| Mike Endicott | Aug 22 2008, 04:50:24 PM Post #12 |
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Mike smiled, still shocked from the kiss, and left the Grounds. |
WIDE OPEN ARMS CAN FEEL SO COLD, SO COLD![]() BRANDON & PANDORA | |
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| Kayden Slayer | Aug 22 2008, 05:23:19 PM Post #13 |
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After hearing too much of Tinsley, and absolutely feeling like no one has her back most likely just because of her pet who has always been there for her, Kayden slowly glided down onto the ground. She felt completely peaceful sitting underneath a large oak tree still with the presence of Kaleb. Looking up, Kayden saw no one or heard anyone even going to attempt to trace her. She looked back down at Kaleb and a single tear landed onto his black skin. |
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| Deleted User | Aug 22 2008, 08:15:07 PM Post #14 |
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Was it just Ian, or did it seem as though whenever he's injured, its always severely to the head? In any case, Ian now had a sizable lump (covered well enough by his long dark hair) on his head and a headache to boot from his brief spell of bad luck. Feeling as though he needed some fresh air after leaving the dungeons--where he had been given one hell of a detention by Sneckenberg--Ian turned and walked through the open great oak doors to the grounds outside. The sky was clear now, and the air crisp. It was quite chilly, though Ian had already dispensed his bird-feces splattered robe in the garbage, so that now he stood in the regular uniform of a Hogwarts student, goose-bumps raised on his exposed arms. Aside from the usual Hogwarts crest that adorned the vest of every student, embroidered in silk on the right sleeve of his white shirt was the open-mouthed Dragon de Toussaint de Ponte du Lac--the crest of the Ponte du Lac family. The emerald serpent--originating from a Chinese family with whom the ancestor's of Ian's adopted clan had done business with--was an oriental-style design that was a gift from said business associates. Its fangs, claws, and horns were done with silver silk, as were the eyes. The same crest exists as the device engraved and inlaid with gold on Ian's and Ian's step-brother Alphonse's wands--the wands also having been a gift from the clan's oriental business partners. Rumor has it that the crest of the Ponte du Lacs was originally an emerald dragon more in keeping with western design, bat-like and gaudy-looking, but when the crest and wands were made according to Toussaint de Ponte du Lac's instructions (which were written on paper because he was said to be a terrible artist) the Chinese artisans had mistakenly used the dragon design familiar to them. When the crest and wands were presented, however, Toussaint loved them so much he made the new device the official crest of the Ponte du Lac clan. Or so they say. Ian figured that watching the cheerleading tryouts at the pitch might brighten his spirits (he was, for all his own decidedly unusual problems) he was still a teenage boy with the usual fondness for young women in short skirts. On his way down to the pitch however, Ian froze. He'd seen something large and black move out of the corner of his eye and go behind the great oak tree. Ian was hardly a scared rabbit, but all his life he'd had to keep on his guard against any of Alphonse's little "pranks", and so Ian instinctively drew his wand and pointed where he'd seen the movement, the golden dragon device gleamed in the moonlight. "Lumos." The tip of his wand ignited, casting a small light directly in front of him. He moved cautiously, wondering what it could be. A number of dangerous creatures had been spotted on the grounds last year, so who was to say that they couldn't come back? When he got closer, however, Ian saw a girl about his age sitting against the tree, with an enormous black snake coiled around her--both of whom Ian recognized. Kayden and her pet snake, who Ian had met earlier that year, though he hadn't spoken then during that conversation, he'd picked up that she had the ability to talk to it so that the snake understood her. Ian thought her an awfully odd one for sure, even though Ian knew tales of those gifted with Parseltongue well enough. Regardless, the girl certainly seemed down. Deciding it best to lower his wand (if anything because the snake might think Ian a threat) Ian crouched down beside her and said: "Hey...what are you doing out here by yourself--well, I mean..." Ian glanced at the snake, "Without any...more warm-blooded company." He smirked in a way that was meant to be a friendly jest. |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Aug 22 2008, 10:37:32 PM Post #15 |
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It's cute that everyone thinks they can be a queen, but remember who came FIRST.
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By this time, screams could be heard echoing from the Quidditch Pitch, sending chills up spines to the unfortunate passerby who heard the intense fighting. "MURDERER! MURDER IN THE QUIDDITCH PITCH! MURDER...MURDER...MUR..." "You have shown me that you are WEAK. You have shown me that you are USELESS. You have shown me that you are VULNERABLE. You think you're tough? You think you are powerful? YOU. ARE. WRONG!" Two people were fighting in unison, their screams like those of people at wit's end. As the girl screamed one final time, with a burst of energy, it became apparent that it was indeed Tinsley Carmicheal who was screaming for her life. |
I'm the BO$$.![]() Love Tins? Also see; Baby & Emma. | |
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| Kayden Slayer | Aug 22 2008, 10:41:13 PM Post #16 |
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Kayden felt the presence of someone and she soon got worried that she was going to be attacked, because that's all she ever was getting now-a-days. Seeing the boy she once met, Ian she wasn't sure whether or not he was going to be friendly. Although, comforted by Ian's words, Kayden looked at him with open eyes and her mouth slightly open as soon as she heard the loud rukus. Getting up almost gradually to her feet with a little help from the tree Kayden said to Ian, "Come on, let's go see what's going on." Awkwardly feeling so comfortable with him, Kayden caught herself before she almost grabbed for his hand. |
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| Deleted User | Aug 22 2008, 10:53:50 PM Post #17 |
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Kayden seemed unsure of Ian's intentions there in the pale wand light, but Ian didn't falter with his friendly smirk--not until he heard screaming, shattering the silence of the night like glass. The first voice was feminine and high-pitched squealing, almost begging: "MURDERER! MURDER IN THE QUIDDITCH PITCH! MURDER...MURDER...MUR..." Ian jumped up, but his look of shock at hearing what he'd hoped was not Tinsley's voice ring through the night was replaced by pure rage at the sound of the second voice: "You have shown me that you are WEAK. You have shown me that you are USELESS. You have shown me that you are VULNERABLE. You think you're tough? You think you are powerful? YOU. ARE. WRONG!" Surla. No doubt that was Surla snarling and barking out his usual self-righteous anger-fueled speech. He turned to Kayden just as she spoke. "Come on, let's go see what's going on." Ian nodded, though his insides were on fire. Hellius was being his usual dickheaded self, and it seemed that someone Ian cared about just might be the victim this time. Ian already had his wand at the ready as he began to run. "All right!" he said, already sprinting towards the pitch, with Kayden close behind. |
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| Hellius Surla | Aug 22 2008, 11:28:36 PM Post #18 |
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Hellius flew full speed over the grounds of Hogwarts on his broom, trying at all possible to get away from the Quidditch Pitch and what he had just committed there. The thoughts of Tinsley covered in blood raced through his head and the frustration that he had managed to build up towards her increased with each moment. She had thrown the first punch and so he had the right to self defense, but at the same time, he threw it over the edge with the attacks that he had used and the damage he had done. No doubts in his mind pointed towards anything less than severe punishments for the atrocity, and while his mind suggested Azkaban, there was another voice whispering in his head which pointed in the opposite direction. Either way, the mangled figure of Hellius could be seen in the dark of the night flying over the grounds. It would've been hard to recognize him because of the rugged and messy look that he had since adopted. His hair was long and it appeared as if he hadn't shaved in weeks. His clothes were messy and slightly torn, and above all, he looked practically insane. He slowed his pace a little, yet unbeknown to him at the time, Ian de Ponte du Lac gave chase to make the young man pay for his actions. |
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| Deleted User | Aug 23 2008, 12:49:30 AM Post #19 |
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The cold air felt like a thousand icy knives as Ian flew at top speed towards Hellius, who could be seen against the backdrop of the lighted castle, his torn clothing billowing like a wraith. Ian's unrestrained hair whipped him in the face hard enough to sting, restricting his vision. Still he pursued Hellius into the night, finally catching up to him just above the Astronomy tower. "SURLA!" He called out loudly and furiously against the wind, so loud it hurt his throat. Ian had no idea why he was so pissed. Sure, Tinsley was his friend, but somehow it seemed as though he'd be lost without her, and that it meant everything to make Hellius pay. Ian had finally managed to come up along side Hellius on his right. Ian called out again: "I'm going to kick your ass and haul you in," he snarled, "so that Belleford can boot your ass OUT!" and on the word "out" he rammed Hellius in the side, the force of the collision painful even for Ian on his frozen skin, not really sure what exactly he was trying to accomplish by attacking him that way. Need to think of a plan to bring him down, he thought, pulling back, Need to see what he does. This time, Ian wasn't fighting to just to kick Hellius' ass. No, he wanted to bring him in so that no one would have to be subjected to his cruelty ever again. |
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| Hellius Surla | Aug 23 2008, 01:37:02 PM Post #20 |
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Hellius could barely hear anything besides the rustling of wind passing his ears and the whipping of his clothes against his stone-cold skin. If it weren't for the pure angst-filled passion that rippled through Ian's voice, the musky Gryffindor wouldn't have expected anything less than a clean getaway. His suspicions were confirmed as there was a blunt pain in his side that shoved him off at a steady pace to the left. Glaring his eyes to see past the wind that almost pushed his eyeballs back in their sockets, Hellius increased the speed of his broom and made a sharp and immediate incline into the sky above. His grip tightened and his legs wrapped around the base of his broom to keep a solid embrace the wooden flying machine. Without a second thought, Hellius flipped upside down and turned his head around to see just who it was that was attacking him. Ian. Growling to himself and shivering lightly from the icy air, Hellius continued an incline up into the sky, and jumping to conclusions that Ian would've followed him, made an acidic turn that sent him back down from where he just came to try and take Ian head on. He approached him at a faster pace, and as he was about to simply fly by Ian on the left side, Hellius lifted his right hand off the broom and stuck it out as a clothesline. |
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