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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: |
| You Can't Always Get What You Want; Year 6 - Day 5 - Breakfast | |
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| Beth Snape | Jul 17 2011, 04:15:09 PM Post #1 |
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It had been a tiring month since that unfortunate event with Alfie. Beth had promised to herself that she would try to make it better but her body decided to act otherwise. Her feet carried her in an opposite direction whenever she saw him; eyes looked away when they were in the same room. Even now, she decided not to go to breakfast yet, with some Volatilis practice as an excuse. But although feeling terrible about doing this to him, there were no more inappropriate thoughts about Alfie in past few days. Beth felt as if she could truly get over her feelings for him and watch him get married to another girl - that hope alone was relieving. Sneaking into the Unused Classroom, Beth closed the door quietly behind her as a smile spread across her lips. There were no classes that day so she had all the time she needed for her training. All her worries about school, MLE, Squires and Alf had to wait for her in the corridor. Walking to the centre of the room, the girl drew her wand to pull a heavy wooden desk closer. It had been a few months since her father introduced her to the current assignment and she was finally making some progress in it. It was far from perfect but there was still enough time to improve. Climbing atop the desk, she holstered the wand and begun practicing. After a few tries, when she indeed managed to slow down before reaching the floor, Beth got an idea. Moving to a nearby chair, she picked and set the piece of furniture on top of the desk. The inner voice told her this was a bad idea but she wanted to try falling from a slightly higher point. Who knew, maybe that would make it easier with more time before the impact. Carefully mounting both the desk and the chair, Beth looked down warily. 'It isn't that high,' she told herself encouragingly before stepping forward. However, the chair beneath her decided to slide under her weight and the girl quickly bounced off it, sending the chair crashing into more desks at the back of the classroom. Beth was falling to the ground, face first, shielding it with her hands. Panicking, she quickly tried to summon enough energy to slow the fall. It turned out to be difficult in situations when she could actually get hurt, but she managed to land relatively softly. It wasn't pleasant and there likely would be some bruises on her elbow and knees, but she was otherwise unscathed. "Way to go," she muttered sarcastically, brushing the dust from her clothes before a soft laugh escaped her lips. Shaking her head, she checked her watch to find out she could still attempt a few more jumps before the breakfast was over. The Hufflepuff then climbed on the desk again, trying her utmost to relax and concentrate on the task. Moving her leg to hover at her front, she slowly felt the familiar hair-raising tingle spread from its toe. Beth closed her eyes and slowly pushed off the desk with her other foot. She braced herself to reach the floor any time. She waited, but the moment didn't come. |
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| Charles Tortal | Jul 21 2011, 04:00:10 PM Post #2 |
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The new days to come required a new degree of professionalism. No longer could Charles feel comfortable walking nonchalantly through the corridors of the castle with a cigar in one hand and his wand securely fastened in his inside coat pocket. The announcement from the night prior was fueling an irrational surge of paranoia. His performance, no matter where he was in the castle, would be reported to Kemp; a power-hungry, irrational man whose leadership was as questionable as the contents of Tortal's cigars. From this day on, any bump, day or night, would need to be investigated. This was one of those days. Sighing to himself, Charles turned to the door of the unused classroom. Folding over his slowly thinning hair with his left hand and gripping his wand between the fingertips of his right, Professor Tortal rolled his shoulders and creaked the door open into the unused classroom. A girl was floating. Interesting. "Interesting, indeed," Charles said. He looked to his left. He looked to his right. Nothing. Good. Professor Tortal stepped inside the unused classroom and stealthily closed the door behind him; making sure the knob made as little noise as possible as it closed. "The only problem I have with this, Miss..., Charles hissed, giving the girl enough time to fill in with her name. "Is that, by not reporting you, I run the risk of being captured and charged with some crime that doesn't even exist yet." Charles sighed and twirled his wand between his fingertips, leaning back against the door. "How long has this been going on?" He waved his left hand before slipping it into the pocket of his pants. |
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| Beth Snape | Jul 21 2011, 08:12:43 PM Post #3 |
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It was extremely hard for Beth not to get overexcited by her unexpected progress. She knew that even a minimal lapse in concentration would cause a premature end to her exercise. Biting her lip unwittingly, she tried to hold on just a little longer. That was until she heard something, or rather someone at the door. Her eyes snapped open at the voice. Even with her full attention to the task, gravity was a powerful opponent, just waiting for a moment of weakness. Seeing her lowered defences, it struck with full force, sending Beth to the ground. Entirely unprepared, the girl stumbled and landed on her bum with a grunt and a faint thud. She hadn't been very high, so she didn't get hurt, but that was the least of her concern now. Frozen, she gazed up at the intruder with pure horror etched in her face. This is so not happening. She used to be intimidated by the man during her first few years at Hogwarts. Who wouldn't be since he looked like an old-school mobster with his classy clothes, cigars, and usually stoic expressions? But that mostly faded away after she met her father, unsurprisingly. She still felt a little uneasy around the Magical Theory Professor, but respected him nonetheless. In a matter of seconds her brain kicked in again, this time in overdrive. How did he get there? She had locked the door, surely. Hadn't she? How much did he see? How much did he know? What- Oh, wait, he was saying something. Professor Tortal's words slowly sank in and, somehow, she managed to find her tongue. "S-Snape," Beth stammered automatically, after figuring out how to use her lungs once more. Her gut wrenched as he mentioned reporting her. She was fairly certain what his implication meant. Despite being a member of Kemp's Junior Auror Academy, she was worried about the interrogations. However, nobody knew about her ability, so she should have been safe. Except that was no longer true, unless she managed to persuade Tortal otherwise. She hadn't moved an inch from her earlier position, digging her nails into the cold stone beneath her, as she contemplated some way out of this mess. The fact that he didn't ask what she was doing, only how long she had been doing that startled her. "I-uhm. But- I've been practicing," she started lamely, still fishing for an answer, "wandless magic, yes. It's just a lev-" She stopped in the middle of her sentence. One point was that she had always been a terrible liar, another that she was actually trying to lie to a Professor. Professor Tortal at that, who seemed like somebody who wouldn't appreciate the act and was anything but dense. A rapid change of tactics was in order. But she didn't have any Plan B for these kinds of situations, as she had always done her best not to be discovered in the first place. "Professor, please don't tell anybody," Beth pleaded, clenching her jaw as she refused to become a sobbing heap. Bringing her knees close to her body, she slowly rose to her feet, facing the wooden desk, away from her teacher. Leaning both hands on the worn wooden surface, she continued feebly, "He'll kill me if anyone finds out." Maybe she was overdramatizing. Severus probably wouldn't kill her. But there was no doubt in Beth's mind that death would be a much more pleasant, short-lived experience. She would rather be imprisoned in Azkaban than disowned by her only family. |
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| Charles Tortal | Jul 21 2011, 11:11:03 PM Post #4 |
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"Kill you... for practicing a magic?" Charles sighed as he ran his fingertips against the small grains of neck hair protruding from his skin. He squinted his eyes. "Doubtful. Last time I checked, Kemp only blindly persecutes that which is most misunderstood." The elementium being at the top of that list, second only to the psychology of the human mind. What could possibly come from the Ministry digging into the personal lives of every inhabitant of the school? The only way to truly find the intentions of even the most likely candidate is to dig through their mind; a goal only achievable through the execution of legilmency. Charles couldn't put it past Kemp and the ministry to go that far, but maybe they'd surprise him and not break their own rules. "But perhaps we are not on the same page..." he sighed, straightening his face, dropping his hand to his side. "Calm yourself." |
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| Beth Snape | Jul 22 2011, 04:15:33 AM Post #5 |
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The Hufflepuff shook her head. Of course he presumed she was talking about Kemp. She still couldn't quite understand why he was so disliked. Surely, after finding a person responsible for the Halloween attack, people would see his intentions are pure and means necessary. Beth hadn't heard the infamous Kemp's speech a month ago, but other student's opinion seemed exaggerated. The innocent had nothing to be afraid of... But her mind was digressing again. Taking a deep breath, she tried to follow Professor's instructions, as she always had. "It's not Kemp, it's- It's my father," bowing her head lower, Beth closed her eyes. "I made a promise I wouldn't tell anyone." She knew she was already saying too much. Letting one of her hands slide off the desk top, she turned to Tortal again, with something akin to desperation shining through her damp eyes. "Professor, if you walk out of that door now, nobody will have to know anything. I was merely casting simple spells here." She tried to seem reasonable, but was in fact grasping at straws. If only she could turn back time and lock the damn door. (OOC: Maybe Charles could know (of) Snape? He used to be a teacher at Hogwarts, and supplies the school with potions and ingredients now.) |
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| Charles Tortal | Jul 22 2011, 01:37:41 PM Post #6 |
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"Please understand that the issue... is not that you are practicing magic, but that you are participating in suspicious activity in a restricted section of the school. This, I'm afraid, is one of the many things the M-L-E has required the staff to find and report, even if... there is no imminent danger in the activities," Charles droned. Professor Tortal stored his wand back into the inside pocket of his coat and crossed his arms over his chest. "Just consider yourself lucky that it was me and not an auror." Charles pushed himself off the door and began to pace the room, thoughtfully stroking his chin with one hand while the other was tucked under his armpit. "Why... doesn't your father want people knowing?" Charles had stumbled into a few encounters with Severus; not enough to know the man from the inside out, but enough to somewhat understand his psychology. Secretive indeed, bitter on most occasions, but he didn't seem like the overbearing type. |
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| Beth Snape | Jul 22 2011, 05:01:52 PM Post #7 |
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Leaning her back against the desk and pivoting her head to look at the Professor, Beth blinked twice during his speech. It had never occurred to her that she was doing something wrong or suspicious, but not all the Aurors turned out to be the role models she had considered them only last year. She was, indeed, glad they hadn't been the ones to stumble upon her Volatilis training. However, Kemp would surely understand - not that she'd ever tell him. "So, you are not going to report me?" she asked hopefully, holding her breath once more. Beth's eyebrows were brought together as she contemplated Tortal's last enquiry, gazing at a dent in the floor's surface is if it could provide an answer. Why was it that her family never shared the knowledge with outsiders? Were they too proud, too selfish? No, she refused to think of them in this way. Maybe they just wanted to have something special, be special, even if it was only them knowing. Pushing a lone strand of her slowly growing hair back behind her ear, she glanced up again. "Everyone has secrets," she shrugged and hugged her midriff as if she were cold, despite wearing a thick black jumper over her uniform. Undoubtedly, Professor Tortal had a fair share of secrets of his own. Hadn't he once been an Unspeakable? Beth's eyes widened and jaw slackened; a sudden idea dawned upon her. "Wait a minute. You... know what this was?" her hand motioned to the spot he had found her before returning to its earlier place. "Have you seen it before?" Now her untameable curiosity kicked in and her mind started reeling. |
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| Charles Tortal | Jul 23 2011, 05:04:42 PM Post #8 |
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Professor Tortal nodded, tutting to himself at her responses. "I see this sort of thing every time I fly on a broom or every time I levitate an object. The only real difference between flying on a broom and levitating yourself is the way through which the magic is concentrated," Charles explained, continuing to pace the room. "When you enchant an object, that object is designed to fulfill a particular task; it typically does absolutely nothing but that task. So when you see a broom, it... draws in energy and then releases it in a way to support the weight of a wizard. Then, when willed by the rider, the broom will press forward." Charles suddenly stopped and slapped the bottom of his foot against the floor, turning to face Beth. He crossed his arms. "So... what you're doing now is manually concentrating the magic with your own will and then exerting it to support your weight." Edited by Charles Tortal, Jul 23 2011, 05:05:13 PM.
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| Beth Snape | Jul 23 2011, 07:39:29 PM Post #9 |
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Beth's ears pricked up at the information the Professor was providing, pushing off the desk ever so slightly not to miss a single word. Only an unexpected slapping sound startled her, bringing her out of her concentration momentarily. Although knowing some might consider it rude, the Hufflepuff couldn't help but stare at Tortal in complete and utter awe. It all made much sense now. Why did Severus never explain to her what she was actually doing? Of course, he had barely enough time for her as it was, and probably despised all of her annoying questions. What Professor Tortal was saying sounded a lot like the stuff from his Magical Theory classes, if Beth remembered correctly. Why hadn't she put more effort into this subject? Even her OWL grades weren't sufficient enough to enroll in its NEWT class. The girl still felt guilty for every subject she couldn't find enough time for last year. Once she had almost fallen asleep in the Concepts class, paradoxically exhausted after her Volatilis training session. Luckily, Tortal didn't seem to notice then. "So, why don't other people do this if it's so easy? I've never seen or heard of anyone else practicing Volatilis- Err, I mean..." she sighed, bringing her left hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose before letting it fall again, looking away. Tortal already seemed to know much more about the matter than she ever had. What did it matter how a few people called it? And if it was such a common knowledge among the sophisticated wizards, why would Severus bother to make Volatilis a secret? |
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| Charles Tortal | Jul 23 2011, 09:40:43 PM Post #10 |
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"Some people do not have the magical power appropriate to do it, others aren't particularly attentive to the specific lessons and never learn how. Many people just don't consider the ability convenient or useful and neglect to learn it; only to fall to their deaths when their brooms or other... vehicles fail," Charles said, folding his hands behind his back. "You, apparently, have the concentration, will, and power appropriate to learning at least the fundamentals." Charles clicked his heels and started to pace the room. "Next time you intend to practice your abilities," Charles purred, turning towards the door, "I implore you to come to me." He turned the doorknob and pulled open the door, and glanced in each direction; ensuring the coast was clear. After checking and rechecking again, Professor Tortal nodded. "Out," he ordered, holding the door open, staring at the girl. Edited by Charles Tortal, Jul 24 2011, 12:16:59 AM.
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| Beth Snape | Jul 24 2011, 09:51:43 AM Post #11 |
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Bringing her hands behind her for support, Beth mulled over the Professor's explanation. Her desire to master the ability grew as he spoke. Not being able to stop the crimson tint from warming her cheeks at his last words, she tried to hide the blush by studying her feet promptly. She didn't know how to respond to that, but Tortal seemed not to expect her to, as he continued his speech. It took a few moments for the words to sink it, since Beth couldn't quite believe her own ears. She briefly wondered whether the Professor was being serious, but his humourless demeanour was confirmation enough. If she had been speechless before, her struggle to find her voice now only intensified. Deciding not to start acting like a carp, desperately gasping to find water where there only was dry land, Beth cleared her throat instead. A brief bright smile, however, crept onto her face before she could stop it. Retaining her solemnity, she finally spoke up, "Thank you, Professor. I very much appreciate the offer." That would likely work better than giving in to her first urge of jumping up in delight, she concluded. Not only did she feel way lighter for sharing her burdening secret with someone for the first time in over a year, she also acquired a skilled help to guide her through her training had there been any difficulties. There was only one problem - had her father ever found out, she would be in grave trouble. Beth had so many questions, just popping into her mind with each second. But understood it wouldn't be wise staying any longer. Pushing off the desk for the last time, she made a beeline towards the open door, stopping only momentarily to look up at the towering Professor. "Please don't tell anyone what happened here," she whispered, repeating her earlier request with urgency, "least of all Severus." With one more grateful nod and a soft 'Good bye, Professor', she fled out of the Unused Classroom and hurried down the corridor. Edited by Beth Snape, Jul 24 2011, 09:52:18 AM.
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