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Date: January 16th, 2013
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| 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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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Jan 9 2009, 11:12:19 PM Post #1 |
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Tinsley walked with her head down for a while. For how long she walked, she wasn't sure. It was one of those curious events where her legs took her to a place, and yet her mind had no recollection as to how she got there when she finally decided to lift her eyes from the cold, dead ground. Inhale, and exhale. Tinsley's breath appeared in front of her like cloud of smoke. Tinsley inhaled, and exhaled again. It was almost as though she had a cigarette in between her chapped lips, and yet she didn't. Tinsley had heard, much like drinking, that smoking aged you. And with the given events of the past few months, Tinsley was quite sure she had aged enough, thank you. The best women in life were always antagonized, weren't they? The most beautiful women were those who walked the line between good and bad. Why? Because there was an irresistible urge to discover them - understand them. Understand her. If only they knew how untouchable she really was. If only they knew that, beneath everything, she couldn't even touch own heart...let alone let someone else touch it. But Tinsley didn't care. Instead she hummed to herself, and stopped walking for a second, simply staring at the Great Lake, smiling to herself. What was beneath that smile was a mystery to all who passed her, and Tinsley would offer no explanation. She didn't owe anyone anything. Edited by Tinsley Carmicheal, Jan 9 2009, 11:13:04 PM.
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| Emma Gray | Jan 11 2009, 01:28:09 AM Post #2 |
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Emma nearly skipped onto the grounds, humming to herself softly, enjoying the chilly air which at once met her delicate skin. Her pale cheeks flushed and she pinned her hair behind her ears. Emma hadn't stopped smiling since she'd returned from the holiday's, with good reason. Sure, things were complicated at best. But, really...if everything was perfect, Em would have nothing to strive for. Nothing to work for. That's how she saw it, anyway. Then again, Em always liked dysfunction a little more than the average girl would. Ignoring Tinsley in the distance with disdain, Emma bent down, picked up a handful of snow, and molded it with her hands, protected with pretty black and light blue mittens. Edited by Emma Gray, Jan 11 2009, 01:28:36 AM.
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| Lucy Hughes | Jan 11 2009, 05:30:20 AM Post #3 |
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Lucy was running as fast as she could - so fast she almost fell into the snow at the change of ground, then narrowly missed running into another girl. "Oh, God, sorry." She was breathing heavily, not fit enough to be doing sudden bursts of exercise. Lucy then bent oer and picked up some snow, molded it into a circle and waited for Olivia to come out., her arm positioned to throw. |
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| Olivia Linnet | Jan 11 2009, 06:01:53 AM Post #4 |
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Olivia sped out of the castle, shouting, "No fair, I stuck on the moving staircase!" Before she could take two steps onto the snowy grounds, however, a snowball collided with her face. She giggled, shaking her head to dispel the snow, and cleared her throat, putting on grave face and declaring, "THIS MEANS WAR!" She scooped up a large pile and began to construct a small fort, flinging snowballs all the while in Lucy's general direction. |
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| Lucy Hughes | Jan 11 2009, 06:33:48 AM Post #5 |
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Lucy giggled as she got hit repeatedly with flying balls of snow. She fell to her knees and started to build her protecting wall, throwing snowballs at the same time. Soon she was breathless from laughter, and her fingers were immensley cold through her mittens, but she couldn't stop. "NEVER BE DEFEATED!" She war cried, and started throwing the snowballs thicker and faster, while being hit more often and harder by Olivia, because she had forgotten the protection of her wall in the excitement. |
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| Olivia Linnet | Jan 11 2009, 06:58:32 AM Post #6 |
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Olivia laughed maniacally, tossing snowball after snowball, crouched under her tiny fort which did almost nothing to defend her as Lucy's snowballs rained over her. As her arm grew tired, she consulted her wand. She formed four or five snowballs, got them to levitate, and declared, "Oppungo!" watching in glee as they zoomed toward Lucy. |
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| Lucy Hughes | Jan 11 2009, 07:06:52 AM Post #7 |
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Lucy gasped as she saw five snowballs zooming at her in a row. She jumped down in time to narrowly miss three of them, but one still hit her in the face, the other her shoulder. 'Of course! Am I a witch or not?' Luch hurriedly hid behind her shelter, and made as many snowballs as she could before the next attack rained onto her, muttered "Wingardium Leviosa!" and directed the snow towards Olivia, while she made more with the other hand. Now that is some skilled multi-tasking. |
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| Emma Gray | Jan 11 2009, 12:38:59 PM Post #8 |
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Emma was happily thinking to herself one moment - and the next moment, she was pummeled with snowballs. She shrieked for a second, the icy cold hitting her bare skin, and looked at the two girls in horror. She'd never met either before, and was about to pull out her wand when she realized - They weren't fighting. They were playing...having fun. So what if Emma detested snow more than life? The occasional snow ball was pretty fun. And, well...since Lola had left Emma didn't have many friends. Em picked up a snowball with her hands and waited carefully for the girls to stop their barrage of fluffy white bullets before yelling, "Wait for me!" Her breath quickly left her and she giggled and laughed so hard she couldn't help but double over, taking a nice big snowball to the face. She fell over, face first in the snow, and laughed so hard she thought she surely was going to die right there on the spot - or, really, pee her pants. Whichever came first. She hopped back up and directed her wand at the one girl with the fringe bangs, though Em didn't know her name. "Engorgio," she murmured, enlarging the snowball in her hands to three times its size. It resembled a basketball as she giggled and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!" and sent it flying towards the girl. It was easier to dodge, yes, but if it hit its mark...man, would that be funny. |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Jan 11 2009, 01:22:14 PM Post #9 |
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Tinsley smirked from a distance. Oh, little Emma Gray, have your fun now. It would surely be ending soon...especially when she found her little boyfriend as dead as dead can be. Because Tinsley had made up her mind. There was nothing left to discuss - no promises, no regrets...She had lost nearly everything she could have except for the strength and the desire which she would always have. That desire shining and gleaming behind her eyes, so startling and, at times, disturbing... Tinsley giggled to herself, but it wasn't an innocent giggle at all. Perhaps something had snapped the thin strings which held her together...but, once again, she didn't care. Flipping her hair behind her, she muttered, "Children. Honestly," and proceeded to walk the long way around them, entering the castle and returning to the Slytherin common room - home. |
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| Olivia Linnet | Jan 11 2009, 11:32:58 PM Post #10 |
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Olivia cackled as Lucy tried to dodge the speeding snowballs, but her triumph was short lived. In hardly any time, their game became a full-on war, with what seemed like hundreds of snowballs zooming towards her. She took to making about a dozen snowballs and launching them into her opponent's territory. Olivia watched as a girl from Ravenclaw joined their game. She flung two or three snowballs toward her from behind the safety of her mini fort. Curious to see if she hit her target, she popped up, regretting it instantly. An enormous blob of snow came pelting towards her. It knocked her backwards, flat on the ground. Winded, she tried to gasp for air between bouts of uncontrollable laughter. Olivia got to her knees and scooped up a few snowballs, charming them to swivel around and hit the Ravenclaw in the back of the head. They took off in a jerky zigzag patterns, and she repeated the spell, aiming this time for Lucy. |
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| Lucy Hughes | Jan 12 2009, 11:55:14 AM Post #11 |
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Lucy had to change her tactic when a Ravenclaw girl joined the battle. She split her growing pile of snow into two, directing some at Olivia, some at the other girl. Lucy then bent down to make more, and was watching the other two at the same time for any massive attacks they were going to make on her. But the Ravenclaw had another idea. She made a huge ball of snow, and directed it at Olivia. It hit her in the face, and knocked her backwards. This was the funniest thing Lucy had seen that week probably, and let out a roar of laughter. She was laughing hard already, and this made her choke in her throat. She couldn't breathe and she was trying to cough while crying, and still laughing. She soon got hit again with more snowballs on her back from being bent over, but she couldn't stop laughing enough to retaliate. |
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| Emma Gray | Jan 12 2009, 02:54:20 PM Post #12 |
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Emma tried to catch her breath and gasped for air. In between gasps she tried extremely hard to squeeze out words - "THIS...IS....WAR," she gasped, doubling over. Somehow she had managed to be pelted in the back of the head. However, Emma was pretty much a stunningly graceful ballerina - with some sick Quidditch skills to match. She wasn't the Ravenclaw Beater for nothing. Really, in that moment, Emma was finally acting her age. She wasn't solving crimes and dealing with her boyfriend's...well, slew of many problems. She wasn't trying to impress anyone, or dealing with the world's worst hangover, or stressing out about how out of control her life had become. She was having the most fun she had had in a long, long time. Giggling madly Emma hopped over to the slumped body of Lucy, who was bent over and laughing hysterically - so hysterically that even Emma began to laugh just looking at her. Emma's side ached, her face was flushed, and the frigid snow was starting to make Emma's tiny fingers feel like icicles. She shook her head and bent over too, unable to control herself. "Olly, olly oxen free," she said, gasping for air still. "I'm...waving..." She slipped the white scarf from around her neck and waved it in the air, "I give up!" She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and fanned herself, still waving her scarf and hoping Olivia would stop pummeling them. "My name's Emma," she said. It seemed like an awkward moment, but she hardly cared. Edited by Emma Gray, Jan 12 2009, 04:10:26 PM.
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| Olivia Linnet | Jan 12 2009, 06:59:55 PM Post #13 |
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It took a few minutes to register that the Ravenclaw girl had surrendered, but when the endless torrent of snowballs ceased, she popped her head up to find a white scarf waving in the air. She sprang up, her feet at a wide stance and her fists in the air, crying, "VICTORY!" She proceded to kick down her snow wall and then stand erect, one hand behind her back, the other in a salute. "Wonderful game chaps, I salute you in the name of Godric." Olivia said in mock formalness. In response to the Ravenclaw introducing herself as Emma, she dropped her dignified bearing and said with a bright smile, "Olivia Linnet, pleased to meet you." Without her muscles constantly moving, Olivia, covered in snow, felt frozen solid. A shiver ran up her spine. "Is anyone else freezing? You know, I think the Great Hall is serving hot coacoa." she hinted. |
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| Emma Gray | Jan 12 2009, 07:06:30 PM Post #14 |
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"Nice to meet you, I'm Emma," Em nodded, smiling at Olivia. She shivered in the cold air, but she was beaming. "No need." She grabbed her wand and muttered a drying charm under her breath, heating and warming her clothes dryer fresh. She shrugged and pointed her wand towards Olivia and Lucy, giggling quietly as she dried their clothes without a word. Pocketing her wand, she pointed up towards the Quidditch pitch. "There's a game about to start. Wouldn't want to miss it - Gryffindor and Slytherin! I guess I know who you guys are cheering for." Emma was still extremely irritated Ravenclaw had lost - her pinned up against her own exboyfriend at the time. Now that they were back together, her irritation had lightened up a bit. "You guys want to go?" |
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| Lucy Hughes | Jan 13 2009, 08:29:47 AM Post #15 |
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Lucy was still giggling madly when the game was over. The Ravenclaw introduced herself as Emma, and Lucy choked out her name, nodding gratefully as her robes were dried. When she was quite sober, and had squashed the last remaining bubbles of laughter, she spoke."I haven't seen any Quidditch yet - I wouldn't want to go on my own" Lucy blushed and smiled. |
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| Emma Gray | Jan 13 2009, 02:37:15 PM Post #16 |
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"Aw, c'mon, Luce. Me and Olive here will be with you the whole time!" said Emma with a sweet smile, "You can't possibly miss out on all the fun. Quidditch's great. I play for Ravenclaw, you know." She looked up at the sky and then watched a cloud leave her mouth as she exhaled. It was quite cold outside, but either way, in the air was a palpable sense of excitement. Slytherin against Gryffindor - could there be anymore reasons to go!? "Oh. And my friend's playing too," said Emma. She couldn't help but blush a particularly embarrassing shade of magenta as she said this. Hellius was a tad bit more than a friend. "Well, you know, It could be fun. It's obvious who I'm hoping will win. The Slytherins' ego's don't need any more inflating." And really, if Gryffindor was good enough to beat Ravenclaw (who were amazing with the help of Tris) then they really deserved to win. Emma thought of Addie momentarily. It'd be nice seeing such a genuine person win for once. |
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| Lucy Hughes | Jan 13 2009, 04:07:02 PM Post #17 |
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Lucy laughed again. "I'd love to be on the team. I like to play Beater with my brother." She grinned, then shivered slightly as she realsed the coldness, she was looking around randomly when Emma spoke again. "I'm really looking forward to it. So, less chat more action!" Lucy grabbed both of the girls hands and started running towards the bright towers that showed the Ground. |
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| Olivia Linnet | Jan 13 2009, 10:14:53 PM Post #18 |
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"Woah," Olive said, her robes instantly dried, "thanks! I guess you're in Ravenclaw for a reason. You'll have to teach me that one." When Emma mentioned Quidditch, all thoughts of hot chocolate were wiped from her mind. Bonkng herself on the head, she said, "Oh! I nearly forgot. I wouldn't miss it for the world! We can score, Gryffindor!" she replied to Emma's suggestion. Olivia loved Quidditch, as a spectator's sport anyway. "Of course you want to go," Olivia said, trying to persuade Lucy, "It's Gryff-Slyth! It's the best game of the year!" The next thing Olivia knew, Lucy was wisking both her and Emma off to the pitch. |
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Ian raced across the grounds toward the pitch, his long hair (now cut somewhat shorter than it had been) flying, his Nimbus 2001 slung over his shoulder (and old model, but a classic; refurbished by expert broom-makers and outfitted with all the modern bells and whistles). In addition to the new facial hair, Ian now sported a rather frantic expression. He'd overslept. He was going to be late for quidditch. It was bad enough that he hadn't gotten to practice at all. For Merlin-knows-what reason, Anton had taken upon himself to instruct Ian all winter holidays. He'd learned various counter-curses, charms, and other spells that the Ministry would be furious over him learning (and that's not even considering the fact that he was using magic outside of school and Anton knew about it and encouraged it). Ian had also been drilled in proper sword-technique, and ability Ian deemed useless when he had so many knew spells at his disposal. Also, there was one other bit of magic he'd begun (unsuccessfully) training in. Ian couldn't for the life of him understand why Anton would try to teach it to him. The old man couldn't even do it himself. And besides, Ian was horrible at Transfiguration. How did that old man expect him to turn himself into an animal? Most adults can't even do it. And why all the extra training anyhow? Anton had said Ian would need it. Why? For what? Had the man finally lost it? They say that any auror that stays in the profession for as long as Anton has tends to get a little sixes and sevens; always looking over one's shoulder, expecting enemies to jump out at you from every street corner and kitchen cupboard. Regardless, because of all that, Ian was exhausted since returning to Hogwarts. And now that school had begun again, and Tortal was still expecting him to learn the art of the elementium aquae, Ian was sure that all the information that was being crammed into his head from all those different sources were going to make his head explode. He could already feel his head pounding sometimes during classes, or when he tried to absorb all the jargon that littered the books that Anton had told him to study, or when he tried to further his ability to manipulate water. On the other hand, it did distract him from all cacophony of other racing thoughts that often plagued him. It also distracted him from seeing the Professor who was standing right in his way. WHAM! Ian went down broom and all. The Slytherin boy sat up and looked up at the person he'd tackled. It was Tortal. Uh. Oh. Ian shot up from the ground, forgetting his broom completely as he hurried to help the Slytherin head of house up from the cold, wet ground. "Sorry Professor," he said frantically, "I was in a hurry and a bit...distracted..." |
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Charles had been strolling down the path towards the Quidditch Pitch, his hands buried inside of his sport coat pockets. The Professor was rather calm, not showing any form of excitement over the Quidditch game or the practical war which was about to erupt between Slytherin and Gryffindor. He knew what was to happen, the expected outcome - the only thing on Professor Tortal's mind at that specific moment was the question of how the school would react. Five minutes. After his last thoughts and then a sudden sensation of a blunt force pushing him from behind, Charles found himself on the ground. While on his stomach, he blinked, then pushed himself to his feet. He sighed, turning around, brushing at his clothes to try and dust out the dirt and grime. "It is quite alright, Mr. Ponte du Lac. The game is about to begin; I can't blame you for wanting to be on time," Charles said. Frowning as the stains wouldn't go away, he waved his hand, casting a scourgify charm upon the dirt. "Much better." Turning around and giving a motion to Ian to follow along with him, Charles slipped his hands back into his pockets. "What is your opinion on your brother's wedding? I would make some sort of sarcastic comment on the communion, but I wasn't there at the time of the ceremony." |
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