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Date: January 16th, 2013
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It is now: Year 7 - Day 4 - Supper/Quidditch Practice
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| 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: |
| Arrival at Hogsmeade Station; Year Six | |
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| Rosie Montez | Sep 6 2010, 09:14:44 PM Post #41 |
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"Oh, okay," Rose replied smilling, with no desires to oppose to Amera's statement. If she said she was fine, then she was. No need to worry. But when talking about summer it was different. Her vacations were long, distant, with no people to smile back at her. As much as Rosie loved spending her holidays in Mexico, it was tough to come back after disappearing for a year. None of her muggle friends knew why she had gone, and the fact that they had seen the girl's parents around made it even more suspicious. She sighed. "Oh, I went back home, spoke Spanish, ate spicy food... You know, the usual," she answered, grinning again. Perhaps she doesn't know...? It wasn't that difficult to understand, either way. "What about you?" she wondered. |
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| Amera Percy | Sep 6 2010, 09:32:02 PM Post #42 |
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Looks like I wasn't the only one out this summer. Amera thought. She didn't know much about Rosie's family life. How could she of known Rosie spoke Spanish? "Where did you go this summer?" If it was anywhere as foreign as her summer, that was interesting. Amera looked down at her fingernails, they needed to be painted - they were scruffy again. Perhaps Amera should of spent more time on her looks, but honestly - after as crazy summer as hers...she didn't care. Remembering Rosie's question, Amera looked frankly at her. "Spent it with my Irish roots. None of them understood how I spoke." Even if she still had the accent, Amera attempted to talk in the regular British slang most of time. |
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| George Cavanaugh | Sep 6 2010, 09:46:27 PM Post #43 |
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George stepped out off the train, the cooler air hitting his skin. George shivered, but decided that it felt good. He looked back. Lucy was following him, wearing a wide smile.That made George feel good inside. George dropped of the trunks in the pile and looked around. George stretched out his arms. Lucy's trunk was heavy, too heavy. George wondered what was in there. Not much was going, just the annual confused first year running into things. George saw some people he knew, and some he didn't. George didn't care anyway. The sun was setting, and the sky looked beautiful. The lamp posts had just turned on, but they were outdated, and didn't provide very much light. The cobble side walk was uneven. Hogsmeade! he sighed. George turned to Lucy, and smiled. "So, the start of year six!" George exclaimed. George didn't really have anything on his mind, just the feast. |
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| Rosie Montez | Sep 6 2010, 09:51:51 PM Post #44 |
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"Oooh," she said suddenly realizing she had forgotten the obvious. "Mexico," she added playfully with a laugh. "I've lived there all my life, and last year was actually the first time I left the continent." Rosie had travelled around America, to the USA, the Caribbean... But never outisde until she went to Hogwarts. Rose suddenly felt warmer, kinder. "You see, I studied magic at home for a couple of years, but then my parents thought it would be good for me to come to Hogwarts. To learn new experiences, and stuff, they said," she explained. "Well, you know that we understand you here," she said sweetly. 'Cause they understand Amera... right? "I do, at least," she said, gigglying. "I like your accent, by the way," she commented. It was true, Rosie enjoyed hearing different accents. It made her feel different, special. After all, she had a slight accent of her own. "Irish, you said? That's cool, I hadn't heard much of those," she added. Rose didn't really remember, but whatever, it made no difference. |
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| Aaron Williams | Sep 6 2010, 09:54:47 PM Post #45 |
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The three introduced themselves, which brightened Aaron's day. He hadn't really met many people at Hogwarts, most of his friends were still in London. "It's a pleasure to meet you all!" he said, elated. Aaron smiled at Dorie and Georgia, then responded to Georgia. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you!" The carriage began taking them up to the castle as Georgia brought up the subject of N.E.W.T. classes. Terry was taking five of them. Potions, Herbology, History of Magic, Charms, and Arithmancy. What in the world was Arithmancy? Aaron had never even heard of it! It sounded difficult, like a mathematics class. "Arithmancy?" Aaron asked. "That sounds interesting! As for me, I'm taking Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, and Defense Against the Dark Arts." He didn't take many classes that didn't involve wand-waving, but Herbology was quite honestly his favorite class. "What N.E.W.T. level classes are you two taking this year?" |
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| Amera Percy | Sep 6 2010, 10:15:21 PM Post #46 |
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Ah, Mexican. Now that she thought of it, it made a lot of sense. Rosie had an air of a non-London culture to her. Very similar to Meri's. Rosie was to Mexico, as Amera was to Ireland. It's wonderful to see someone else who isn't from London. Smiling, she turned to Rosie. "That's really cool, Rosie. Personally, it was either Hogwart's, or a stuffy Irish Witch school. I chose Hogwart's." The Irish school really wasn't appealing. For several reasons, really. One, they were stuffy and pristine - following tradition rather than modernism. Two, they were really unaccommodating to those who were different. Not that Amera was much different, aside from the fact she had a small family......right? "I certainly hope you understand me. It's a bit thick, but I at least speak English." Amera smiled a little, mulling over what Rosie had said. "Hey, I like your accent too." |
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| Alistair York | Sep 6 2010, 10:15:22 PM Post #47 |
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Alistair rushed off the train, to escape an uncomfortable setting in a small space to find himself in an even larger setting packed with people. He had to pause for a deep breath and someone getting off the train shoved him out of their way, telling him not to be a prick. After getting his bearings in the mass of children half his size he had found the courage to walk in the bustling mass of what he assumed were first years. He pushed his way through the lot and went in the direction the taller people seemed to be going. Someone rallied the first years- and they swarmed off- Thank God. (or whatever your chosen religion may be.) Alistair stopped at an empty carriage, having successfully bypassed the people his own age. He did not enter it, he simply moved around to the front slowly. Thestrals. He couldn't see them of course, he had never witnessed someone dying. But they were there. Tentatively he reached out his hand, eyes widening as his hand touched something that wasn't, according to his eyes, there. He stroked the invisible winged horse twice, murmuring gently under his breath before turning back to the carriage and sitting down. He studied the inside of the carriage intently for a moment before closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh. It was noisy outside. People talking to old friends, maybe making new ones. He should probably be out there trying to mingle, but here he stayed. Mingling would happen... later. Alistair felt it was nice to have the small amount of privacy, at least for a while, though he doubted it would last. The carriage started moving with a jolt and slowly made its way up to the castle.
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| Terry Boot | Sep 6 2010, 10:24:07 PM Post #48 |
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Terry looked at him a bit shocked. How didn't he know what Arithmancy was? Everyone knew what Arithmancy was! His mind had gone in many directions just from that one statement. His expression turned from shock to puzzlement. "Arithmancy is the study of the magical elements of numbers. It is really quite simple." Terry explained, still wondering how you couldn't have heard of it. Oh well - he wasn't going to judge the kid. "What are you going to use those classes for?" Terry asked seriously. It always interested him what other students did. Not that he was going to share his own dreams. |
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| Rosie Montez | Sep 6 2010, 10:37:07 PM Post #49 |
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"Ah, Irish school sounds fun" Rose said sarcastically. At least Amera's knowledge about Wizarding School was larger than hers, as the brunette had no idea about that same thing back in Mexico. Was there even a Wizarding School, there? Questions, questions... "Oh, thank you!" she exclaimed, smiling in a friendly manner. "Even though I love English, ¡el español es mucho mejor! Ja ja ja," she said, changing the language out of boredom. And yes, Rose laughed. In Spanish. With J not H. Deal with it. "It would be cool if there were more people who spoke Spanish, or Irish, or whatever, here. We would share things in common!" The idea was kind of crazy, and not very likely to happen, but it would be fun. "Anyway," she began, thinking about a change of topic. "Which NEWT classes will you be taking?" she asked out of curiosity. |
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| Carter Breslin | Sep 7 2010, 02:05:03 AM Post #50 |
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Carter gazed on as he watched the little argument between the now revealed prefect and his new acquaintance. The prefect seemed quite poor and, well...lowly. Carter gave no expression of delight and pleasure from the mini quarrel, in fact it seemed to bore him. He sighed as he withdrew his hands from his pockets and placed them behind his behind. He crossed his leg over and let the tip of his loafers touch the concrete. He gave a half heartily though quiet chuckle, not wanting to participate what they were doing. Carter sighed in relief as she turned back to him with more haughty comments. He could feel the gaze of the other people on the platform, gazing with disgust or interest at them. They were doing something that should just be reserved for somewhere quiet. But that's not how Carter worked. He wanted amusement and fun...with or without a crowd. "Spanish actually...I find latina girls the sweetest addiction," Carter tilted his head as he responded smoothly like cold ice. His comment though was haughty and a tad raunchy, even more than he expected. " I'll turn you even more on if you come closer," Carter coaxed with a smug smile. Carter's smirk grew as he found Anya Eden-Bedeaux move closer towards them. Now this was certainly going to be interesting. Carter turned his gaze back to the other girl as Any scoffed at her. He wondered whether she was going to take that. Anya was...well...an overwhelming opponent to those who mess with her. His ears perked as she asked him a question. He merely chuckled with his usual smugness," Oh no. We were simply entertaining each other by making the surrounding spectators very, very uncorfortable. Is she bothering you?" |
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| Georgia Kent | Sep 7 2010, 05:19:25 AM Post #51 |
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"I'm honestly not sure what I want to take yet," She said silently, feeling her head get slightly better. She cleared her throat. "I'm not sure what I want to do, too, to be honest," "I wonder what this year has in store," She asked no one in particular, musing to herself. She hummed a random tune and gave Dorie occasional glances, completely zoning off from the conversation. Dorie, I have a bad feeling about this. |
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| Lucy Hughes | Sep 7 2010, 12:19:41 PM Post #52 |
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As Lucy stepped off the train, she almost collided with a knot of first years, who were clearly clinging onto each other in fear. Instead of snapping at them for being in her way, Lucy bent over kindly, and pointed them in the direction they were to go, and told them to hurry as Professor Peckle was almost out of sight. She wondered if they would be very much surprised by the giant squid. She straightened up again, and saw that the station was full of teenagers meandering to the carriages which would take them up to the school. They were generally in huddles of their friends, everyone looking slightly more tanned, and maybe with different hairstyles. "Yeah, year six," Lucy echoed. If she sounded unenthusiastic, it would only be because she was a bit worried - had she chosen the right subjects? What if she decided she didn't like them once it was too late to change? What if the workload was too much for her and she had some sort of mental break down? Lucy was already a bit disappointed she wasn't a prefect, and didn't want this to add to her list of worries. But she probably wasn't right for a prefect position anyway. She wasn't an over-achiever, although she liked to help people, she wouldn't like to be forced to do it, and would prefer to be spending the time with her friends. Or... boyfriend? And with that thought, Lucy grinned up at George, the elation flooding back in a wave so strong it almost knocked her over. "Excited?" Without really waiting for an answer, Lucy took George's hand and followed the crowd towards the carriages, with him beside her. Edited by Lucy Hughes, Sep 7 2010, 12:21:09 PM.
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ooc | First post in my dorm !! Poppy's wide eyes scanned the station, her eyelashes pale blonde and ghostly transparent against her paper skin. Her smile, lucid and free, stretched from ear to ear as she waddled through the thin crowds, her rainbow polka-dotted leather trunk rolling behind her. Occasionally she felt an elbow press against her side. Several times the wheels on her trunk seemed to get themselves all tangled--was that even possible? Poppy didn't spend too much time wondering, just looking around. She settled herself into a carriage, drawn by an invisible creature. Invisible to her only in sight, of course. Poppy held her breath, stared through the space she knew was vacated and exhaled. Once she settled in, alone, the mystical creature seemed to sense that, and pulled her forward. Poppy's dotty smile failed her as the darkness expanded over her--night had fallen over Hogwarts, and the turrets glowed with magic just outside of her reach. The windows were dark, with lit candles flickering. She closed her eyes, felt the night breeze rush through her tangled mess of golden locks, and rode up to ze castle. |
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| June Brooks | Sep 7 2010, 01:14:44 PM Post #54 |
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June entered the station, looking at all the people. To think that she was a sixth year now. June didn't quite believe it herself, she still felt like she was just about to get sorted, or go to school for the first time. With a crooked smile, she looked back to see if Alex or Ralph followed, but couldn't spot any of them. She felt so alone, so small in the crowd. Everyone else was talking. Being social. But she was just standing there, looking so scared and sad, almost so you'd think she'd faint of nervousness if someone approached her. Raising her shoulders and lowering her neck, June tried to make herself invisible as she was pushed through the crowd. |
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| Rodrigo Caparelli | Sep 7 2010, 01:34:20 PM Post #55 |
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Rodrigo stepped off the train, his chocolate-brown eyes scanning the crowd. He didn't immediately spot any of his friends milling around, and so decided that they must be within the group of students that had started moving in the direction of the carriages. Rodrigo started to shuffled slowly forward, goosebumps appearing on his arms as he did, and a tiny shiver rippling over his body. It may have been warm for September weather in England, but it was a hell of a lot cooler than in rural Italy. And Rodrigo, having spent his entire summer in his home, with his family, wasn't quite used to British weather just yet. As he made his way over towards the carriages, Rodrigo spotted a familiar blonde head through the crowd. "June," Rodrigo said, though probably a little too quietly for her to hear. "June!" He repeated, snaking his way around various bodies that stood between him, and his supposed best-friend. "June!" Rodrigo said again, just for good measure, as he placed one hand on her shoulder. "Uhg. Please tell me you're not still in a strop." |
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| June Brooks | Sep 7 2010, 01:48:55 PM Post #56 |
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"June," the wish that someone she knew would see her had come true, but just like when you wish by genie, it had been twisted into something she didn't want. She somewhat did want to speak to him, but only if he was Rod. She wanted to stay clear of the person she spent the holiday with. She looked at his hand, then to him, shaking her head. Not still in a strop? Not still in a strop? June blinked, before staring at him in disbelief. Before she hissed something acid, June pushed away his hand, "What has happened to you, Rod?" It was so weird, how this person wore his face and used his voice, but was so different from the person she knew. Biting her bottom lip so hard she wondered if it would tear, June tried to find out what she should say. She wanted to say something clever, something which would annoy him or make him turn back into Rod, but her mind was just a blank, like her face. |
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| Rodrigo Caparelli | Sep 7 2010, 02:22:55 PM Post #57 |
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Rodrigo's eyes narrowed, and he stood up straight, affronted. "Che cazzo stai dicendo?"* Rod said, angrily. June was still being petty. She thought he was in the wrong, when he knew he was in the right. It had been a joke, and now June had gone bat-sh*t crazy on him, leaving Rodrigo at a loss for what to do. It wasn't his nature to be purposefully cruel to people (otherwise he'd be a Slytherin, obviously), but he'd always standby his thoughts, beliefs, and understanding of the situation. And if that meant being a little mean to his friend, when she was quite clearly being hostile towards him, then he could deal with that. Rod met June's gaze with a cold stare, somewhat unnerved by how clear her face seemed of emotion. It was a little irksome, but more to the point, it felt weird. He was used to sweet June, caring June, and occasionally down-right naive June. Not acidic, callous and rude June. Clearing his throat, Rodrigo swore under his breath. "You'll have to back down at one point or another - you can't go friendless forever," With a small smirk flicking onto his lips for a fraction of a second, before sliding off again, Rodrigo knew he'd had his say. He knew when to leave an argument, and this wasn't the best of time to get involved. So he cocked an eyebrow at the Hufflepuff girl, stepped onto a carriage, and waited see if June would join him, or make it the first time since First Year that they wouldn't ride the carriage together. [*What the f*ck are you talking about] |
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| June Brooks | Sep 7 2010, 02:53:01 PM Post #58 |
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June felt crushed under his stare, and wished she was rather at the yule ball again. Having her pinky severed was better than this. Perhaps she was a horrible person. Perhaps Rodrigo was right, and she was wrong. Was it really worth all this over one event? But she couldn't bring herself to apologize, not with her heart in it, to this person. She didn't love him. She held her gaze, tried to not let the fear escape to her face and reveal it. Her hands though, were a lost cause, shaking as if they were ridden by electrisity. But those she could hide in her sleeves, which she did. "You're not the only friend I have," said June, "I'm not going to come cowering to you as if you were my only reason to breathe. Because you're not, Rod- Caparelli." It wasn't nice of her to say it, it was uneccesary, but June needed to. To confirm it to herself, most of all. It didn't take long untill June found she had followed Rodrigo, and sat down in the carriage with him. It would be wrong for her if not, her time at hogwarts would feel so amputated. But it was not what she would think of as a comfortable, fun trip, that she knew. June scratched her knee, avoiding his gaze, "I have a life outside of you, strangely enough. I have-" Rodrigo was her only real friend, June had never needed more. It felt like such a dumb decision now, "I have Alex," The blonde hufflepuff thought over it for a second, "For example," "And I'll probably make new friends at Quidditch practice," |
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| Terry Boot | Sep 7 2010, 04:25:40 PM Post #59 |
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Terry understood what the girl meant, it was normal to not know your life goals at 16. Personally, Terry hadn't decided what he really wanted to do until he spent his summer in a foreign continent. It wasn't the journey of the lifetime, but all that time spent in the library really affected him. It was odd to think about - a librarian. Dusty shelfs and stressed students generally wasn't the atmosphere people enjoyed. Terry was different, though. It's not like he gave up on his Wizengamont dreams - he obviously was going to focus there at first. Ministry workers were fascinating. But then, after a bit in his career - Terry honestly wanted to be a librarian. Most would stub this dream, saying it was amateur. Terry knew want he wanted to do, and as the librarian - he'd still be able to go to the Ministry. Sighing,Terry took his book out again - the carriage should be moving soon... |
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| Amera Percy | Sep 7 2010, 04:50:39 PM Post #60 |
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(pfft, I wish I knew actual Gaelic. I know a lot of people who speak it, but have never learned it.) "I feel like diversity would really liven Hogwart's up." Amera agreed. Considering as most of the population at Hogwart's was British, aside from a few Irish, Mexican, and French students. If Hogwart's was open to more students in Europe, perhaps the student-body would be more diverse. It wasn't a matter of incredible importance, though. At Rosie's next question, Amera grinned. "Ah, now that is a good question." Amera stated. "This year, I'm taking Care of Magical Creatures, Defense Agaisnt the Dark Arts, Potions, and Transfiguration." Amera wasn't sure what she wanted to be, but figured these had always been her favorite classes. "What are you taking?" |
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