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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 - Free Period
Happening now: Azkaban Trip Breakfast 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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| Alistair York | Mar 8 2012, 01:17:40 PM Post #21 |
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"Not nearly as easy to tame as you might think." Alistair noted with a small grin. He certainly had tried. The thought of being the sort of man that went everywhere by dragon back was enticing. Unfortunately a dragon was not like a hippogryph. They were far more primal than that and wouldn't think twice about accidentally roasting you. There was no restraint and while they certainly might not try to be vicious it sort of came with the territory. "Well 'tame' isn't really the right word. You spend enough time around a great fire breathing beast you're bound to get damaged." Was he rambling? Alistair had never really considered Norway as anything. He had been there for the dragons. The man smiled wistfully. "I haven't seen much of it." Odd to think about. "Most of the time was spent as far away from civilization as you could get." He chuckled at that. There were whole areas set aside for dragons. Not that they ever just stayed. Though dealing with the mess of an 'escaped' dragon was generally someone elses problem. The scenery, from what he had seen, was beautiful. He didn't have time to communicate any of this as the warmth of the pub engulfed both of them. He tore his gaze from her to survey the area. It wasn't as busy as before, it was getting late and people wanted to be with their families. But there were still enough people to keep the waitress busy. "We're fine, Ali. Place won't burn down if you take a night off." One of the waitresses said glibly, having accurately read the man's mind. "Look at you two!" She had stopped in her tracks at the sight of the two of them, smiled widely, winked at Nat and continued on her way. Alistair blinked at the insinuation and shook his head. He hadn't really been thinking about that, had he? "I'm sorry." He quickly and quietly apologized. "I wasn't really thinking..." It was hot in here and he'd like nothing more than to pull of his coat and sit. But he'd wait to see her reaction to all this first. |
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| Natalie Johnson | Mar 9 2012, 01:15:18 AM Post #22 |
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She was surprised when he said he hadn't seen most of the land, but then somehow understood as he finished his thought, and nodded. Right, trying to avoid people, though not the healthiest situation to allow yourself to be in, was more than understandable considering the circumstances they came from. She watched him scan the room, and it seemed that he had also found nothing out of order, and she was thankful for the favor of the moment they had together. When the waitress spoke, her eyes caught the girl. Nat's kind smile suddenly faded, and her face was now unmistakably flushed. She looked down, a little uncomfortable at first. Had she forgotten already that she was innocent of any kind of twisted thought that could run through people's minds? In fact, they both were, there was no reason at all for her to feel this way. I'm sorry. "For what?" Her tongue moved before she could stop it, though the question was straight from her heart. He had no more fault then she did here. She tried to stop blushing, but looked up at him still feeling it on her face, and smiled at him again. She swung their hands a little and hummed, trying to show that she was fine with it. Let them believe what they would... they knew the truth about it and had no reason to be ashamed. "What should we do now?" The place had slowed down a bit. She remembered Conner and the baby suddenly, wondering if they had just gone home by now. She hadn't seen them on their walk. It was late, and her niece should be sleeping soon. "When do you usually close up?" What would she do then? Just say goodnight and go home? Yes. That had to be what would happen, right? Wait a minute, you are here now with him, stop worrying about later. |
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| Alistair York | Mar 9 2012, 02:18:03 AM Post #23 |
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"It was out of line..." Alistair started, his gaze trailing after the waitress. He shrugged it off. There was no respect. His gaze was pulled back to Natalie as she swung their hands and he smiled. "But that blush is kind of adorable..." He raised his eyebrows at her and the grin broadened. Ali wasn't used to dishing out compliments and the phrase had come out sounding completely alien to him, his free arm rose to massage the back of his neck. Luckily, he wasn't given much time to think about it as a particularly drunk patron stumbled his way to the door. The man released her hand in shock and lunged forward to stop the man from connecting with the floor. "Easy..." The patron slurred out something unintelligible and Alistair glanced around for a waitress. "Oi, think you can find someone to take this bloke home?" He glanced at Natalie and laughed, readjusting his grip so the man didn't fall over. The patron wobbled back and forth for a few moments, spluttering happily about something Ali could not understand. It didn't take long for one of the younger lads who worked in the kitchen to come forward and take the man out of his hands. "I, uh-" Not sure what to say now. What could they do? He wiped his hands surrepticiously against the pants of his jeans before looping his thumbs in the pockets. Closing time? His eyes found a clock. "About an hour and a half." They returned to her and his grin turned more sheepish. "We rarely close on time." But, if he wanted, he could probably clear the place out in a half hour. Sooner if he didn't worry about clean up or propriety. He took a moment to lean against a wall and raised an eyebrow at her. "It's really up to you..." What they did... "We can find a booth and catch up, you could go home and spend the rest of your birthday with your family or we could go upstairs and I could show you my place." Not like he was intending on doing anything. "You know, give them something to really gossip about." The wink he tossed in after the statement did little to portray his mostly platonic thought process. Alistair hoped she wouldn't take him literally and managed a laugh. Those were the sorts of lines he didn't cross. Not so rapidly anyways. |
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| Natalie Johnson | Mar 11 2012, 03:01:50 AM Post #24 |
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At his comment on her blush she rolled her eyes and laughed, "Right.. I was sooo trying not to do that." If she had been quicker to fall into peace, she wouldn't have been red at all. She felt a little silly for it. When Alistair let go of her hand, she was concerned at first but then she saw the stumbling man. She heard what Alistair said, and she smiled, "Easy guy." she whispered, then bit her lip to stifle a giggle. It was a little joke some members of the congregation at her church had growing up... just something you said when someone was going overboard some way or another. She smiled at him as he held the drunken man up.. she would help but she was a lot... smaller then the two of them. She took a step back instead. Then a younger man came by and helped the patron away. He didn't seem to have an idea of what to do next... until he mentioned her options. She nodded at each one. Was he giving her the choice? At his final comment she smirked and her eyes narrowed at him, "Now now... no need to give them more of a reason to chatter." They sure would have enough by the end of the week, anyway. Then she laughed, too. "Let's sit for a while longer.. unless you are needed somewhere?" |
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| Alistair York | Mar 12 2012, 07:37:25 PM Post #25 |
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Alistair felt good. He hadn't imagined feeling this light hearted earlier in the evening. A lot had happened. His gaze fell back to Natalie as she suggested they sit for awhile longer and his grin broadened. He wasn't the type of person to get bothered by what people were saying about him behind his back. To each their own. He was the sort of guy who, when serious, told people outright what he was thinking. Life was too short to mess around with trivialities and semantics. He was glad nat wasn't bothered by it either. "The place won't burn down if I take a night off." The man quoted with a small smile and a shrug. It occured to him that she might have been hinting towards visiting friends or family. "I was planning on spending the evening here anyways." And probably every evening after that too. Well, maybe not every evening. Certainly not every day. What was he thinking about? Alistair's hand found hers once more and he lead her to a booth. Booths, he found, offered a bit more privacy than just regular tables. He had taken off his coat and hung it back up where it belonged before coming here and he waited for Natalie to sit before doing so himself. Of course, now that he was sitting across from her once more he found he was at a loss for words. He'd gotten more used to how she'd changed over the course of the evening... but he still felt a little stricken when he looked upon her. His arms crossed on the table and he leant in slightly a small smile found its way onto his features. "When will I get to see you again?" |
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| Natalie Johnson | Mar 15 2012, 03:32:51 PM Post #26 |
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She nodded with a light smile at the familiar comment. "You were?" Had he changed his mind then? Should she start thinking about leaving maybe? She took a seat at the booth that he led her too, and he sat down across from her again. She smiled back when he did, the two of them had both kind of been at a loss for words. Was this moving too quickly? She decided it couldn't be that. God held her in His hands and never let go... and she felt at peace with that. When will I get to see you again? She giggled and reached across the table for his hand, "I'm glad you want to see me again!" She didn't really have an answer, and she shrugged, "As early as tomorrow.. or anytime after that till I leave for home again." The thought was kind of sad now, though... returning home. She held a smile even so. "Whenever you want. I can meet you here or you can...." What? "Come to my parent's house?" Meet your brothers? She laughed. Lame. "Whatever you are comfortable with, I mean." She didn't want him to feel uncomfortable.. or like she was forcing him into 'meeting the parents.' That was an interesting thought. She looked down suddenly and danced back and fourth in her seat, then shot her eyes back up again and grinned. That was a little childish of her to do... but that was who she was when she was comfortable sometimes... and happy. Just.. goofy. She grinned at him widely. "Sorry." She said suddenly. That probably had looked strange. |
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| Alistair York | Mar 16 2012, 01:56:00 AM Post #27 |
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"Yea, you know, mingling." Alistair rose his eyebrows at this and shrugged. He was a good mascot. "You meet a lot of interesting people..." His dark eyes surveyed the room, most of the faces were familiar; those that weren't were probably just passing through for one reason or another. "But it's a bit sporadic. And I certainly wouldn't pass up the chance to be with you." If only for the reason that they hadn't seen each other in so long and... well. A friend you hadn't talked to in seven years could be considered just as sporadic as any of the friends he'd made because of the pub. The man couldn't help a smile at her giggle. Noticing her hand he uncrossed his arms and gently grasped it with his own. But as he considered her initial response he could only feel glad that the feeling was mutual. He joined in her laughter as she suggested him come over to her parents house. There was a small pause as he considered actually going to meet Nat's parents. That might be a little weird. Part of him was stuck in highschool and what it was like visiting a friend's house for the first time. But this was different, they were a bit more mature than all of that. It was odd to think he'd never met with a girlfriend's parents before. "How would your parents react to that?" Was the first thing that came to mind. "'By the way, random pub owner coming over for dinner...'." He was grinning again and shaking his head. Alistair was laughing again as she danced in her seat. Ali'd never really gotten that sort of reaction before. It was adorable. "I don't mind." Honesty was probably the best option in this case. The man still couldn't quite take his eyes off of her. Were circumstances different he might have joined in. "I could pick you up tomorrow... and take you out on a proper date?" Oh, that made it sound intimdating to him. He didn't really... do the whole dating thing. Alistair was pretty bad at it; often coming off more awkward than anything else. Of course... he could always ask one of the waitresses for tips. Or ideas. Anything, really. |
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| Natalie Johnson | Mar 19 2012, 12:32:27 AM Post #28 |
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"I'm sure they are all very interesting!" She smiled at him. A pub normally wasn't a place she would go to meet someone. Probably why Conner had looked at her funny when she said she wanted to stop in one. She was glad he hadn't tried to sway her away from it now. She blushed a little when he said he wouldn't pass up a chance to be with her. Wow, that felt really nice. She resisted the urge to sigh when he took her hand in his. She loved that this whole thing felt so good. "How would they react?" She looked up for a second, thinking about how they actually would, but looked back at him and laughed, "I don't think I'd introduce the idea in such a way. If you are asking whether or not they'd approve of their little girl dating a pub owner... well we'll just have to find out, won't we?" She shrugged. It wouldn't sway her feelings on this relationship. Her mind wandered off to the idea that maybe she was just wanting a friendship, and all of this felt so good because she was hoping for more.... maybe this whole thing was just her being... desperate? The woman looked down for a moment to hide any look of sadness or shame, but the something in he her told her to look up. She did, but didn't see anything strange or out of order. Her green eyes did however, fall on Alistair again, causing a light grin to come to her face. There was no reason for her to feel any kind of weight in this situation. She was free! He said he hadn't minded her little dance, "I'm around kids too much I guess," She laughed. A proper date? Natalie was not much of a dater nowadays. Some of her coworkers had attempted to offer fixing her up with some people, but she had mostly turned them down. Nothing like that ever felt right in her heart. Not till now at least. She straightened her posture and nodded at him, "That sounds great! What time do you think?" |
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| Alistair York | Mar 20 2012, 08:58:46 PM Post #29 |
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Well, depending on the definition of interesting. Their definition of the word was probably quite different. This was the reason why he opted out of telling her about some of the more interesting patrons. Alistair was rather fond of those with stories. People who had gone out into the world and done things were always interesting to listen to. But there were more regular people who entered the pub, normal lives; just came in to have a good time with friends... and then there were more mysterious types that he couldn't really sit down and hold a conversation with. Natalie's flush brought him back into reality and he found himself grinning lightly. Alistair had mostly been joking when he'd uttered how she should introduce the idea and laughed slightly when she shot it down. "Alright, maybe not random." He agreed, shaking his head as she continued. "How would you propose the idea to them? Maybe you could replace random with respectable." Ali suggested with a small chuckle and a grin. Any descriptive word that made him sound less like the sort of guy who'd move a relationship forward so bloody quickly. He tried to consider, briefly, what his reaction would be if he was a father who had been put into such a situation. That was weird. "Almost makes the idea sound appealing, eh?" He mused quietly to himself. Respectable pub owner. Pah. Nat's gaze lowered then and he squeezed her hand curiously. Though the moment was soon gone and she was looking up once more and smiling. "Anything wrong?" The question had popped out before she'd raised her gaze, he hadn't really thought about it. It was better than not asking. He'd prefer knowing if anything was bothering her. At all. He preferred having everything thrown into the open, so he didn't do something he'd regret. One of the reasons he had gotten more straight forward. Life was just simpler this way. Kids. The word sort of made him tense up. It had been years since he'd actually interacted with one. None of his friends were at that part in their lives yet... nor would they probably trust him in the same room with one. He had always imagined he'd make a good father, but now he wasn't so sure. What did kids even do? Alistair's eyebrows rose slightly. "Don't take this the wrong way," He laughed, just because it sounded like he was about to announce her doom, "But it'll probably be nice having the experience." Ali had no doubt that she was going to have children at some point. But he hadn't wanted to imply anything by the comments. Involving them. Stop blushing, idiot. "I mean, if I ever have kids... I'll have no idea what I'm doing." He needed to stop talking about this, he ran his fingers through his hair and loosed an awkward sounding laugh. Time. Right. Date. Right. Alistair's brain quietly backpeddled from their previous topic and considered what would be appropriate. He had a few things to do in the morning but had most of the day off. They could take the afternoon and maybe go hit up a movie. Or should he wait til the evening... and just take her out to supper? He was way too unprepared for this question and found himself unable to answer for a few moments. Somehow he procured a shrug. "I, uh, hadn't thought that far ahead yet." His free hand thrummed on the table before he questioned her back. "Around 3?" Did that sound too early? Yikes. There was the blush again. The hand rose to the back of his neck and he glanced up at the ceiling. "We could go for a movie..." The awkward laughter was procured again. Suave he was not. Alistair was glad their weren't any waitresses around to mock him for it; this was a situation he wouldn't be able to live down. |
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