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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. |
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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: |
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| Hellius Surla | May 23 2011, 12:19:19 AM Post #1 |
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A soft crunch followed each step Hellius took across the grounds. The layers of snow collapsed under his feet, leaving distraught trail of distorted footprints that were strewn at seemingly random distances. The wind whipped Hellius' hair into a chaotic frenzy; with each gust of wind, the Gryffindor pulled the cloth of his coat closer to his chest. His body weight shifted forward and his steps grew more laborious as he ascended the hills. At each plateau Hellius would momentarily look upon the glimmer of light being refracted in the snow and the clouds as they were violently twisted and molded in the sky above before continuing along. Before long the black lake grew closer. For reasons still unclear to him, no matter how cold the atmosphere turned the water would never freeze over. Hellius hoped to keep it one of the many mysteries of life; something he could continue to ponder and cherish just for simplicity's sake. Eventually Hellius reached the grassy knoll over looking the lake -- an interesting bit of land where a tall, twisted evergreen was barely able to root itself onto the edge of the cliff; its roots extended all the way through the rock and daintily hung, almost reaching out for the water below. Hellius looked down towards the roots, bracing himself against the wind, and watched as they gently swung, like chimes in a breeze. Sighing, he straightened his posture and looked out over the lake. |
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| Emma Gray | May 23 2011, 02:43:15 PM Post #2 |
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be fearless; // EM: THE .GIF QUEEN!
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Humming softly to herself, Emma's pink pea coat couldn't stop the harsh winter breeze from shaking her bones. Even so, the crunch of icy snow beneath Emma's boots was almost soothing, the glittering combination of sun and snow beginning to burn Em's navy blue eyes. In that moment, Emma was perfectly alone. There was no one to hold her hand on this walk. No one to talk to. In fact, as Emma paused she was only aware of the silence around her, marked by sounds of owls hooting in the distance. A breeze flew past, rustling the branches of trees and Emma's tight curls. Even with a cold that seemed to seep through Em's skin all around her, the one thing prominent above all else was a sudden feeling of calm. It was like a blanket that fell on top of everything, quiet and in the middle of the night. Calm was in every breath Emma took, in every smile, in every sad thought about the past. Maybe it was short-lived, for it seemed to be unusual to be so calm when everyone else was so uptight. But as Emma whispered a spell, concentrated, and placed her usual pink rose behind her ears, it was calm that was suddenly inspiring Emma to live. It took Em a second to realize she was walking towards the lake, and towards a figure. The closer Emma got to the bit of grassy hill overlooking the lake, the more she realized that she was staring at the back of a familiar head. The thought suddenly pierced through the calm like a sick dagger of anxiety. To turn around? To run? Another inhale and slow exhale, and another gentle rush of calm consumed Emma, medicine creeping up her spine. It fueled confidence. Time heals these things that make us sad, doesn't it? Isn't it passing time that is supposed to heal these invisible wounds? Somehow, Emma wasn't so sure. But Emma was also sure that she was curious about what Hellius Surla was doing all alone. Em cleared her throat as she approached Hellius. Her gaze was not directed at him, but at the icy surface of the lake. Standing there, back to a gust of wind, Em struggled to find words. Instead, she chose to smile, eyes still fixated on the lake. "Hey, stranger." Finally, Emma turned her head to look at Hellius, still smiling. "Remember me?" |
Love Emma? See; Baby & Tinsley.![]() She said she usually cried at least once each day, not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful, and life was so short. | |
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| Hellius Surla | May 23 2011, 03:21:20 PM Post #3 |
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The memory of times past -- the remnants of a destroyed relationship. Her voice--as sweet as a flock of sparrows singing in the sun of summer--managed to simultaneously warm his heart with the memories and the nostalgia and send a chill down his spine. Almost as if her presence accompanied the breeze, Hellius again pulled himself closer to his coat as he desperately tried to stifle the cold. "My memory isn't that bad." Of course I do... in so many words. He avoided looking back and meeting her gaze; a desperate attempt to avoid feeling the shame and regret from the stare of Emma's once innocent eyes. |
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| Emma Gray | May 23 2011, 05:25:55 PM Post #4 |
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"Hey, it's been a while," shrugged Emma, still smiling. She plucked the flower from her hair and tossed it into the depths of the lake below, watching it swirl away in the gust of a breeze. It was funny, standing here again. Somehow Emma thought that she'd never be able to come to terms with everything that had happened in her life when she was younger, but here she was, as strong and as tall as she had ever been. Not physically tall. No, the diminutive blonde hadn't grown for years. But it seemed as though she was standing straighter, seeing beyond all of the things that had once threatened to hold her head under water. It was refreshing. So maybe that was why it made sense to stand here, smiling at Hellius as though the two of them had never met? But they had. Love's a tricky thing when you're young. "Maybe it's my memory that's the bad one," sighed Emma. "I remember a lot, but I never seemed to remember to say hello." Em's voice began to fade away with the breeze. "I guess I understand if you don't want to talk to me, though." |
Love Emma? See; Baby & Tinsley.![]() She said she usually cried at least once each day, not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful, and life was so short. | |
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| Hellius Surla | May 24 2011, 01:48:09 PM Post #5 |
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In the short time Emma and Hellius were together, their relationship was marked by murders and death and destruction. Emma's mother died. Hellius' mother died. Thousands of other people, magical and not, died. The rise of Azariah Amaranth -- forever associated with the life Emma and Hellius shared. Was this a legitimate reason for the relationship to fall apart? It would have been easier to get over the tragedies with someone there to hold you up. "Maybe it was the little things," Hellius sighed, speaking over the wind. He shrugged. "But what were we supposed to do?" Hellius turned to face her, his hair still being molded at the whim of the wind. "What are we supposed to do?" he pondered somberly. |
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| Emma Gray | May 24 2011, 02:02:50 PM Post #6 |
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Emma inhaled very deeply, looking at Hellius' hair fly around in the wind, never once daring to look into his eyes. What to do? Emma wasn't even sure what she wanted to do, or what curious force had fueled her over here to make awkward conversations. Em stared at the sky behind Hellius. So much had changed in such short years that Emma felt older than she ever had in her life. "You know what, Hellius," sighed Emma. "I don't really know what we're supposed to do. Do we ever?" Em's smile returned. "I see you're still as serious as ever. I'm glad that some things don't change even when it feels like everything is upside down." Em bit her lip. "But what else are we supposed to do? No clue." With a shrug, Emma finally looked at Hellius' face, still smiling softly. "I was thinking maybe we could start over. Look, I hardly know who you are anymore anyway..." "Hey. I'm Emma. Nice to meet you." She extended a hand. |
Love Emma? See; Baby & Tinsley.![]() She said she usually cried at least once each day, not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful, and life was so short. | |
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| Hellius Surla | May 28 2011, 02:20:04 PM Post #7 |
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Hellius studied Emma's twisted curls as they remained (mostly) present around her face like a frame around a picture. That picture, a polaroid captured in his mind, gave him the poignant feeling a man gets when he looks upon the landscapes of his nearly long-forgotten childhood; a feeling, haunting, but nonetheless enchanting. An extended hand. A greeting. A symbolic interdependent exchange of respect, or perhaps a facade - hiding behind the socially acceptable to achieve your own ends, whatever they may be. But Emma... wasn't ever a person who was like that. She was always real, always her own person... Whatever a person is, anyway. Hellius' eyes traced the lines along the back of her hand, then went up her arm and back to her face. He wanted to smile, but he didn't feel compelled to. "I'm Hellius," he brought his hand to hers and applied the slightest bit of pressure. For what reason? Was she delicate? He might have thought this a few years ago, but now... He wasn't so sure. Why treat her as such? "Likewise." A feigned smile, disguised. |
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| Tatyana Ivanovich | Jun 1 2011, 09:09:32 PM Post #8 |
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Tatyana strolled around the grounds, patrolling for any errant students. It was a fine day, though a bit cold, and she wrapped her cloak tighter around her. Why did they put me on winter patrol? she thought, shivering a bit. All thoughts of shivering were gone, however, when she saw some students hanging around by the lake. "What, may I ask, are you students doing out here? Wouldn't it be much warmer inside? I'm sure you are aware that we're on lockdown as well." She motioned for them to get up and follow her back down to the castle. "I'm sure Mr. Kemp might like a word with you." Edited by Tatyana Ivanovich, Jun 1 2011, 09:10:10 PM.
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