In the Courtyard

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It is now: Year 5 - Day 5 - Lunch/Freetime before the Yule Ball (December 25, 2011 A.D.)

Next: The Yule Ball

Soon: Night time/Martial Lockdown

Today's Forecast: Warm with light snow.

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Here at Hogwarts our students are currently in their Fifth Year. This year, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event, The Triwizard Tournament! However, these are dark times we live in, for the Dark Lord Azariah Amaranth has escaped the bonds which have kept him in Ministry custody, and has destroyed the Ministry in the plain sight of several muggles, effectively placing the Wizarding World under martial law and placing our very way of life in jeopardy. Strict curfews have been placed on all citizens, and now that school has started, no one--not students or staff--are allowed in or out of Hogwarts until further notice. So cancel any trips out you might have, because all students and staff must remain in, and everyone else must stay out. Now the Dark Lord is in preparation to topple the stability of both worlds and all races; to deal the final, shattering blow to the current world order.

Why all this madness; this destruction and anarchy? Just what is Amaranth's ultimate goal?

The first task has now ended. Christmas is here and we all know what that means: The Yule Ball will commence tonight. If your character is planning on attending and doesn't already have a date, be sure to snag one before all the good ones are gone!

Today (Day 5) is Christmas day, so there is no class. We will have morning festivities before moving to lunch and freetime, which will then lead us to the night of the ball.

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In the Courtyard; Year 5 - Day 4 - Dinner/Freetime
Topic Started: Nov 1 2009, 08:39:39 PM (60 Views)
James Beckley	Nov 1 2009, 08:39:39 PM Post #1
Posts: 40 Group: Gryffindor Member #1,018 Joined: July 14, 2009 Gender Female Age 16	Bex had scrawled off a note to Avery, asking her to meet him in the courtyard, the one with all of the beautiful flowers. So there he stood, waiting for her now. He was dressed in a pair of khaki pants with a nice brown belt, a medium blue and white pinstriped Oxford, tucked in of course, and a navy V-neck sweater over top. With his favorite honey-brown Sperrys and his somewhat tousled hair, he was the picture of a "good guy". But it worked well for him. He was trying hard not to pace about, making sure that everything was set up correctly. He had lit about twenty five white tea candles and placed them all on very ornately wrought candle stands around the garden, giving the whole place a very pleasant glow. In addition he'd brough in a small wrought iron table with a glass top, big enough just for two. In the center he had placed a beautiful crystal vase with a few perfectly bloomed ballerina pink roses; he'd even convinced one of the teachers to enchant them so that they would remain perfect forever. A few weeks prior he had written home to his sister and asked her to burn him a CD of good, romantic songs and send it to him along with the CD player. He'd hidden it among the plants so it wouldn't be noticed, but a pleasant mix of quiet music filled the cool air. He took a deep breath and looked around at all of his hard work. All of this to ask Avery to the Yule Ball. He would be so utterly disappointed if she declined. He paced about for a minute or two, checking to make sure the chocolate dipped strawberries and raspberries he had made were alright sitting out on the table like that. He'd already poured them flutes of sparkling juice, as he wasn't sure she liked champagne. Everything was quite in order except for his nerves. He brushed his hand through his hair nervously and squeezed his hand around the small bouqet of pink roses he was holding. Finally he stood still, waiting for her next to the table. Edited by !Xabbu Basarwa, Nov 1 2009, 09:08:37 PM.
	thanks, june!


Avery Griffith	Nov 2 2009, 07:41:25 PM Post #2
Fifth Year Posts: 188 Group: Ravenclaw Member #913 Joined: June 7, 2009 Gender Female Age 15	Following the purple and grey kitten by wandlight as it darted back and forth amongst the flowers and thick grasses was not the easiest task. Nevertheless, Avery couldn't have been able to manuever her way through the courtyard without her half kneazle kitty, meaning it would always lead her where she needed to be. Avery rose her arm higher, searching for the familiar fuzzy head of her kitten to pop out and lead her on. The letter from Bex was rather vague about where she was to be meeting him, but she figured Indigo would know the way, as kneazles often do. She glanced at the note, wondering why he couldn't just talk to her in the castle. Of course, this way was more of an adventure, and she always appreciated one of those. Of course... it could be a trap, someone who forged Bex's signature and was ready to kidnap her. She hummed absently, fully expecting the murderer or whatever it was to come out and jump her. She jumped as Indigo brushed against her leg, indicating she'd done her job of leading her to her destination. She glanced around, a bit stunned. She'd been too busy watching for her imaginary killer to register the scenery that had been set up. She glanced around at the romance novel setup, raising an eyebrow. At this point, she should have flung herself into his arms and exclaimed some mushy sayings, but no, Avery was just too used to improvising not to be blunt. Placing one hand on her hip and a skeptical look on her face, she glanced around, eyebrows knitted together. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
	behind every damsel is a fire-breathing dragon


Bannishtar	Nov 3 2009, 06:57:23 PM Post #3
Gamekeeper & Divination Professor Posts: 380 Group: Gryffindor Head of House Member #309 Joined: February 13, 2008	There was a heavy, aromatic scent in the air as Bannishtar stepped out of the great oak doors and into the courtyard. Odd, given the current weather. Students were still hanging around the place. The cold air was moist and the dark clouds in the virgin night sky nevertheless looked large and pregnant. Rain was coming. So it was a terrible time to be out, not to mention that the lock down was to begin! Bannishtar looked about at all the young humans standing or sitting around. Many seemed to be in pairs. Probably because of that event that would be held on Christmas. The students were supposed to have partners of the opposite sex. Believe it or not, centaurs often court as well, though Bannishtar was banished from the herd long before he'd ever seriously participated in the ritual. Still, he understood what a great disappointment it would be when he called out: "The school will be locked down in five minutes," said the centaur, "Further, it about to start raining by the looks of it. Please return inside." Groans erupted, seemingly from the shrubberies, as students emerged from the gardens to trudge reluctantly back to the castle. "I repeat," said Bannishtar, ignoring the glares and groans from his pupils, speaking even louder for those who may not have heard him, "please return to the castle. Travel in pairs or groups. Return to your dorms and please do not be found wandering the halls. Again, the aurors are about to lock the doors, and it is soon going to--" Bannishtar was instantly soaked to the bone by the falling water. In the already cold atmosphere, Bannishtar felt like he was being bombarded with a million icy needles. All around him, the grounds were already slick with rain, and the centaur was shivering. "...rain." The centaur sighed, walking up to the couple at a table (since when were there tables out here, Bannishtar wondered). He recognized them, though they now resembled more drowned rats than children. The boy was one of his fifth years, Mr. Beckley. The girl was Ms. Grifith, who always performed reasonably well in his class. "I apologize for this," said the centaur, now completely damp and slick with rain. His coat would stink from this. Nevertheless, the centaur managed an apologetic smile. "I am sure you merely forgot about the lock-down what with...other things on your mind. Still, I would advise that, in the future, you pay attention to the weather. We've been expecting rain all day, you see." The centaur turned and began a sort of trudging trot across the slick, rain soaked stones. "Come along inside, now," he said, thankful to be reentering the relative warmth and dryness of the castle, realizing, of course, that this meant he was getting soft, having now lived in shelter for so long.
	Thanks again to Genevieve for this lovely sig. You are amazing, girl!


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