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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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| Tristan Nightshade | Mar 28 2009, 01:42:58 AM Post #1 |
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Tristan stepped off the train and breathed deeply, savoring the smell of the fresh mountain air. Despite all the dramas and devastation of the holidays, being back in Hogsmeade never failed to bring a smile to his face. The train had been uneventful; most of his friends were still to upset to talk much beyond the pleasantries. Addie in particular was inconsolable; he tried feverishly to get a smile from her, to see some trace of the happy witch from last year, but with no success. He pursed his lips as his thoughts drifted back to the night at the Quidditch World Cup, to all they'd been through. Not now! he thought viciously. He turned to wait for Addie and everyone else to alight from the train. |
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| Iris Vibora | Mar 28 2009, 01:52:45 AM Post #2 |
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Stepping off the train, Iris glanced around for some one she knew. Almost instantly she spotted Tristan. She'd never actually talked to him, but Iris had seen him around. She walked over toward him and smiled. "Hey," Iris said happily, "I don't think we've ever actually met, you were at Emma's party right? Well anyways, I"m Iris." Iris peered around Hogsmeade, for some reason every one seemed in a bad mood. Then it hit her,The world cup, she thought to herself. Wow, I'm stupid. |
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| Precious Hindert | Mar 28 2009, 01:56:44 AM Post #3 |
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Precious stepped off the train, wrinkling her nose as the disgusting train smog filled her lungs. The Slytherin ran her hand through her pink hair, looking around for anyone she knew. No luck. Who's going to carry my bags? Precious thought. Removing her coat, she hung it over her forearm, biting her bottom lip. Someone near her cleared her throat. Precious turned around immediately, coming face-to-face with a 4th year Slytherin. "What do you want, loser?" Precious snapped. The 4th year, was a female. Blond, pretty blue eyes. She seemed worthy. Not. "I was just wondering..If you could tell me..How your hair is so, pink?" the girl asked. Precious could hear the fear in her voice-this made Precious smirk. She pulled out a strand of her beautiful hair and handed it to the girl. A disgusted look appeared on the girls' face. "Figure it out yourself, ok?" said Precious with a fake smile. She turned and walked away quickly, not wanting to have to deal with the loser anymore. "Excuse me! Does anyone here want to help me with my bags? I...Sprained my wrist! Oh please someone come help me!" the Slytherin shouted across the crowd, trying to get anyone's attention-she didn't deserve to do such slave work. |
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| Addie Lumineux | Mar 28 2009, 02:05:18 AM Post #4 |
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Addie stepped onto the platform, stumbling slightly before righting herself. An awkward chuckle escaping her lips in embarrassment. She hadn't been paying attention, which, unfortunately was becoming rather common with the young witch. As soon as she was sure she was steady her eyes glazed over once more, expression passive. The rest of the summer was a quiet, miserable affair. Addie would wander her home aimlessly, ending up in all of the nooks and crannies her mother used to inhabit. She was still looking for her. Every so often she would stumble upon her father, which only served to squeeze at her heart more. Her parents views had differed, but they had loved each other more than anything. Her father was sullen, silent, just like her. The worst part was that she tried to stop thinking about it. She really did. But everything came back to that night, or the funeral, or her empty house. Everything connected. The girl scanned the crowd absently, biting down on her lip ever so slightly. A voice in the back of her mind was telling her to move, she had responsibilities. Numbly her hand moved to the newest badge on her robes, prefect. Perfect. She'd been happy in the summer, welcoming the responsibility, the leadership. How could she do it now? Silently the girl sought out Tristan, her unwavering life line. She hated to drag him down, but she was drowning, and it was the only way to say afloat. "So... what are we supposed to be doing?" Edited by Addie Lumineux, Mar 28 2009, 02:05:34 AM.
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| Tristan Nightshade | Mar 28 2009, 02:13:04 AM Post #5 |
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Tristan caught the attention of a girl he recognised from Emma's party, spotting the Hufflepuff emblem on her robes he figured perhaps that was why he din;'t know her. "Hi Iris, yeah I was. Nice to meet you properly. Sorry,. I should've introduced myself back then." She seemed nice and if Emma had invited her then she must be a decent person. Tristan was fairly skeptical of anyone new these days. Most people wanted to talk to him or Addie about her mother's death at the World Cup. He had told a number of overly interested people to eff off or get a feel of his Reductor Curse. The Prophet had reported their names and all that had gone down in great detail, a fact that he rued and lamented tremendously. His smile was forced as Addie joined him. He wanted to be there for her, make her feel safe and at ease, but he knew it was a tough time for her. He wished he could make her pain disappear, even if only for an hour or two. Placing an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into him, he kissed her on top of her head, "Hey babe, it'll be ok. I promise. I think we just wait until the coaches arrive." |
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| Iris Vibora | Mar 28 2009, 02:24:47 AM Post #6 |
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"Hi Iris, yeah I was. Nice to meet you properly. Sorry,. I should've introduced myself back then." "Nice to meet you Tristan." Iris smiled once again, hopefully lifting the mood. "Sprained my wrist! Oh please someone come help me!" A strang girl with pink hair shouted. "Oh wow.." Iris sprinted over to Precious. "Hi," She greeted, "Do you need any help?" |
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| Precious Hindert | Mar 28 2009, 02:33:23 AM Post #7 |
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Precious looked up as a Hufflepuff greeted her. Perfect. A fake smile tugged at the corners' of Precious' lips. "Hi," the Hufflepuff greeted, "Do you need any help?" Precious wanted to stamp onto Iris' forehead: I JUST MADE A FATAL MISTAKE Unfortunately, Precious did not have her stamp. "Oh yes! My wrist hurts ever so bad, and I need help carrying it to the castle! I cannot do so with this wrist, do you think you can help me, my dear?" Precious said in a exaggerating tone, fluttering her long eyelashes. |
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| Hellius Surla | Mar 28 2009, 02:38:15 AM Post #8 |
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Hellius limped down the stairs of the train and into the Hogsmeade station. The days and nights after the terror inside of the Quidditch stadium made the social experiment of Azariah Amaranth look like a vacation. The young man's left leg seemed to have been cursed to make it difficult to walk for an estimated month after the incident. He was handed a cane, and from that point, his grandmother expected him to do all of the exercises he would've been challenged by if both his legs were working. Snarling, limping by a girl who was whining about 'spraining her wrist', Hellius glanced in her direction, shook his head, and chuckled verbally. "You'll want to move those bags if you want to get rid of that flab on your ass," Hellius snarled, limping past her, in the direction of Tristan and Addie. Having heard about the tragedy in Addie's family, he thought it would be best for him to be sympathetic. "I heard. Sorry about that, Addie." He said, limping up to the two, his cane in hand. He tried his best, but, of course, he failed miserably. Since they were led from the stadium, Hellius didn't have a chance to communicate with the Light Elementium user. Hellius, being noticeably injured, was taken to Saint Mungos, where a journalist (for an undetermined newspaper) questioned him about the experience. He wasn't sure what had befallen Emma, Tristan, or Addie, but he presumed that they had it worse than he did. Probably. |
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| Iris Vibora | Mar 28 2009, 02:47:59 AM Post #9 |
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"Oh yes! My wrist hurts ever so bad, and I need help carrying it to the castle! I cannot do so with this wrist, do you think you can help me, my dear?" Precious said, batting her eyebrows in an exaggerated tone. One thing Iris wasn't was oblivious. She knew this girl was up to something, but whatever it was, she'd go along with it. Or at least she thinks "Of coarse," Iris replied, "Anything to help." A plastic smile crossed her face and she took the bags in both hands. Her backpack weighed a ton on her back, Precious's bags added on to her heavy load. "So I'm Iris," she introduced herself, "And you are..?" Iris pulled the bags behind her back and let Precious speak. Meanwhile Iris unzipped the two of the bags, un-noticed. "Oops." The bags dropped onto the floor, spilling their contents onto the ground. "I am so sorry." she said sarcastic, with a hint of humor in her voice. |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | Mar 28 2009, 10:08:31 AM Post #10 |
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Mitchell stepped off the train, lugging his bag behind him. Finally... He was happy to be back at school but most of his good mood had disappeared on the train. Why the hell is everyone so gloomy!? Mitchell knew that Azariah's experiment must have made everyone feel scared and shocked, but he couldn't understand why they didn't just get over it and cheer up! It's over after all... Mitchell walked over to a girl with bright pink hair, who he recognised as a Slytherin. "I don't believe we have met before," he addressed her. "I'm Mitchell". He looked at the other girl who seemed to have a strange smirk on her face. "Hello." he said abruptly. Mitchell glared at Iris, who appeared to have dropped Precious' bags. Pathetic. Mitchell turned back to Precious "Anyway, nice to meet you..." he flashed her a small smile, and turned to look at the crowd of people getting off the train. I wish Apphie was here... She'd do something interesting to liven everyone up, or at least liven me up. |
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| Constanta Lupei | Mar 28 2009, 10:37:22 AM Post #11 |
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Constanta stepped off the train, pulling her luggage down with her. She hadn't made it to the big Quidditch game and wondered if any of her friends had missed her. She blinked to banish that thought. Whatever her friends had been doing, she'd had to spend her entire summer back in Romania in a dreadfully dull village. The contrast with England could not be more stark. At least now she was glad to be back. England might be too cold for some, but it was actually warmer than Romania, even in winter. So far she could only see Precious on the platform; she wondered where Tinsley, Kayden, and the rest of them were. She recognised a few others from her year; most of them she didn't know well, so she settled back against a wall to wait. |
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| Addie Lumineux | Mar 28 2009, 11:57:47 AM Post #12 |
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Addie nodded slightly, leaning against Tristan and watching the platform. It was easy to pick out the first years, some scared, some excited. One little girl wandered over nervously, asking where she was supposed to go. Addie smiled weakly and bent over so she was closer to her level. "There's a professor right over there, you lot are going across the lake- it's fun, don't worry." She added, as the girl seemed to grow more nervous. Addie straightened as the girl ran off, leaning against Tristan once more. She nodded slightly as Hellius limped over. "Thanks.. You don't look too good, you okay?" She asked, frowning faintly and glancing to his leg. |
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| Precious Hindert | Mar 28 2009, 12:01:26 PM Post #13 |
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Precious turned towards Hellius' direction, open-mouthed at his comment. "Cram it, half-breed. I'm so much better looking then you." hissed the Slytherin. She turned back to face Iris. "Of coarse, anything to help." "Ok then, you'll need to carry this, this, and this." shoving the bags into Iris' hands, she watched as a male Slytherin approached her. He was quite good looking, and not most of the Slytherin boys were worthy of her time-except for Julian. James on the other hand...Well he was now on her reject list. Precious was sure, the boy was approaching her for her good looks. "So I'm Iris," Iris introduced herself, "And you are..?" Precious rolled her eyes. "I already know who you are. And I'm pretty sure you already know who I am." "I don't believe we have met before, I'm Mitchell". "Oh Mitchell! So lovely to meet you! I'm, well, you all ready now who I am, right?" Precious said,whipping her hair onto her back. Flashing a fake smile at him, with her almost perfect teeth, she turned her full attention to Mitchell, ignoring the slave. "Oops." Precious turned back to Iris. Her eyes widened. "YOU HALF-BREED IDIOT. YOU DROPPED MY STUFF, MORON." Precious screamed. "I am so sorry." Precious could hear the sarcasm and humor in her voice. The Slytherin pushed Iris away, and began to pick up her contents of the bags, shoving them back in with a rush. Grabbing one of the suitcases, Precious chucked one at Iris. But missed. "GET OUT OF HERE. NO ONE NEEDS MORONS LIKE YOU!" |
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| Olivia Linnet | Mar 28 2009, 12:30:24 PM Post #14 |
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Olivia Linnet hopped off the train, dragging her suitcase behind. She smiled at the view of Hogsmead Station and sighed contentedly. Being barely concious for the events at the Quidditch World Cup and then shut off from anything magical since, she still wasn't exactly sure what had taken place. Seeing a few people she knew, Olive bounced over to Addie, Tristan, and Hellius. "Hey guys!" she chirped cheerfully, matching their pace. |
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| Teddy Lupin | Mar 28 2009, 12:48:33 PM Post #15 |
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Teddy left the train, rolling his trunk behind him. His pockets were still heavy with chocolate frogs from the trolly and despite everything, excitement welled within him. It was a new year, and soon they would discover the "suprise" Headmaster Belleford had in store. Still, it wasn't a completely joyous occasion. His mother was still in St. Mungos, but so many had it worse. His eyes fell on Addie Lumineux. "GET OUT OF HERE. NO ONE NEEDS MORONS LIKE YOU!" Teddy's attention snapped to an angry exchange between Precious Hindert and his friend Iris Vibora. As her trunk narrowly missed Iris, Teddy caught it in his arms, forcing him back a few feet. "Woahh there," he said, handing the bag back to Precious, "What do you think you're doing?" Edited by Teddy Lupin, Mar 28 2009, 01:03:22 PM.
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| Precious Hindert | Mar 28 2009, 12:52:45 PM Post #16 |
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"What do I think I'm doing? I'm trying to set this slave straight. She's clearly an idiot." Precious snapped, grabbing the bag from the boy. The boy was an attractive Gryffindor. Too bad he wasn't in Slytherin. "What do you want, anyway?" demanded Precious. |
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| Hellius Surla | Mar 28 2009, 01:01:51 PM Post #17 |
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"I was cursed at the stadium. Mungos diagnosed some sort of magic on my leg that would make it stiffen up for a month. I think I've got a week left, but it's been a pai--" Hellius was interrupted. "YOU HALF-BREED IDIOT." The pink haired Slytherin exclaimed, making the Gryffindor cringe. There was so much that he could take on days, and the promise he made to Emma was still in effect. Hellius wanted to Iacio the girl into the train tracks and then throw her bags on top of her face, but that would've been a horrible example to the kids and a break of said promise. Baring his teeth, Hellius' canines were now extensively grown, sharp enough to prick a man's finger with minimal pressure. He turned back towards the girl, held back the nature that pressed him to charge forward and bite her face off, and stomped the wooden bottom of his cane against the ground, opening his mouth again. "Good God, Pinky! Please, for the love of all that's holy, stop masturbating to yourself so you can finally, for the first Goddamn time in your life, pull your own head out of your asshole!" Groaning, Hellius turned his head back to the rest of the group, tapping the tip of the cane against the ground out of annoyance. |
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| Teddy Lupin | Mar 28 2009, 01:06:32 PM Post #18 |
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"What do I think I'm doing? I'm trying to set this slave straight. She's clearly an idiot. What do you want, anyway?" "That 'idiot' happens to be a friend of mine-" Teddy began, drawing his wand. "Good God, Pinky! Please, for the love of all that's holy, stop masturbating to yourself so you can finally, for the first Goddamn time in your life, pull your own head out of your asshole!" Teddy burst out laughing, doubling over. |
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| Emma Gray | Mar 28 2009, 01:10:38 PM Post #19 |
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Emma stumbled off the train, with her black suitcases in hand. While she walked, her kept her head up, and there was a curious smirk on her face. Grown several inches over the summer, she was tall, strong, and ...well, unhappy. How could she be happy, after everything that had gone on? She'd seen one of her best friend's mother die. But knowing that Addie felt horrible as well, Emma was going to remain solid for her - for all of her friends. Her prefect badge was pinned to the inside of her jacket, and she could feel it pressed against her chest as she walked. It was a constant reminder of the way others perceived her - something that was, slowly, changing. "Good God, Pinky! Please, for the love of all that's holy, stop masturbating to yourself so you can finally, for the first Goddamn time in your life, pull your own head out of your asshole!" Emma heard Hellius' voice from far away and followed the sounds of laughter. She smirked as she dropped her suitcase on the ground before her and crossed her arms across her chest. "Aww, look. It's Miss Precious Hindert, trying to make people care about her again. It's soooo, so pathetic, don't you think?" And, ignoring Precious, she leaned in and kissed Hellius on the cheek, rolling her eyes. Bite me. |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Mar 28 2009, 01:21:52 PM Post #20 |
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Tinsley walked out of the train, and tried not to show her weaknesses. Those weaknesses that had been piling up were threatening to catch up with her, yet Tinsley wouldn't let them. She tried to keep her head up, and walked with both of her arms crossed defensively across her chest. If anything, she looked cold. Her complexion was certainly pale enough to rival the snow itself. Spotting Precious starting a scene, Tinsley rolled her eyes and quickly moved past it. But not before mumbling, "How typical." Tinsley caught Constanta's eye as her friend leaned against a wall, seemingly waiting for her, and slowly walked over to her, her usual smirk a sad frown. "Hello," she said, forcing a smile. "How was your summer? I feel like I haven't seen you in ages.." She leaned forward and hugged Constanta, but her arms felt weak. Tinsley sighed, making sure Ian's gift to her was still secure around her wrist. It was. The memory still caused her to smile sweetly, even if she was feeling down. Her mother's locket, too, was shining as though there was some sort of spotlight on it, even if there wasn't. "So, I'm, uhm..." NOT Slytherin prefect. How could this have happened? EVERYTHING I've WORKED FOR in my life has amounted to nothing! "...excited for this year." |
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