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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: |
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| Topic Started: Apr 22 2012, 08:09:29 PM (170 Views) | |
| Beth Snape | Apr 22 2012, 08:09:29 PM Post #1 |
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Beth took a little longer to pack her things and told her friends, namely Alistair, she'd catch up with them outside. Somehow she'd survived the whole train ride with her former best friend and his fiancé. She might not have if it wasn't for the other Hufflepuff. But for the last hour, Beth realized she didn't care all that much about the pair. There was still the dull ache deep within, but she no longer felt like the world was going to end because the only guy... She shook her head. No, she wasn't going to go there. Finally managing to shut her trunk with all of her belongings inside, Beth stretched her back and neck with a faint pop. She took a moment to look around the now empty compartment as it was the last connection to Hogwarts she'd see for months. That and her friends who were hopefully still outside. (OOC: Sorry, guys, for the little GM, but apparently we'll never finish the Departure thread, and I can't bring Beth to Seventh year without this.) |
 The dossier << Beth's Journal >> Plot page My other characters: E.Fairfax | H.Avery | S.Snape | S.Blackwood | B.Baker | |
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| Jordanna Bauer | Apr 30 2012, 08:47:20 PM Post #2 |
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Jordanna skulked in the corridor outside of compartment A, intentionally lagging behind her Slytherin entourage in their departure from the train. The ride itself was enough to drive her to insanity. Not only had Julian conveniently found himself a compartment alone with another girl, but Dave, being his coy self, had decided to join them as well. Jordanna had half a mind to curse them both to dust. But no. This would be even better. By pure coincidence, Jordanna had walked past the front-most compartment and seen none other than Beth Snape all by herself. Jordanna quickly retreated away from view; this was the perfect opportunity. Not only was Beth one of Dave's head lackeys, but she was also someone who had interfered with Jordanna's affairs on many occasions. Jordanna though back to when she had released fiendfyre on the grounds (for the second time). Beth had spotted her in the forest and charged her from upon her broomstick, nearly succeeding in apprehending Jordanna. But never again. Not only would this take the girl out of commission, but it would be a stinging blow to Dave and his cohorts as well. Retrieving her wand from within its hiding place, Jordanna stepped forward and slid the door to the compartment open. In any other situation, Jordanna would have simply raised her wand and surprised Beth from behind, but no; she would savour this act of vengeance, and she would do it while looking her prey in the eyes. OOC: Hope this is alright. I figured Beth might be all like "Oh hey I said I'd catch up" or something, thinking that it was Alistair or something coming back to her, before turning around and realizing who it is. She can also notice that Jordanna has her wand out. Maybe even a little scuffle? Up to you. |
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| Beth Snape | May 1 2012, 12:15:02 PM Post #3 |
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The light outside was slowly dimming as Beth turned to the window to dutifully pull it shut. Then she heard the door slide open and smiled to herself. He was too much of a gentleman. "Really, Alistair, I can ta-" the Hufflepuff turned as she spoke, expecting to find her friend intended on helping her with the luggage despite having been told there was no need to. But it wasn't Alistair's face her blue eyes fell upon. There was a myriad of emotions passing over her face in what couldn't have been more than a few seconds. Surprise, confusion, caution, fear, and then pure horror as she noticed a wand resting in the hand the blond Slytherin. Beth's gaze quickly darted back up, and it must have been as close as she could ever imagine looking into Death's eyes would be. She felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if she'd been in a similar situation before, only this time it was mixed with a knowledge she might not make it out of there. It was far too late to reach for a wand, but Beth did it anyway. Her only means of protection being tucked safely inside of her sleeve allowing her a touch of hope, and she grasped it with both hands. The Birch wand slipped into her open hand, wielded expertly with the girl's Defence Club training. For a fraction of a moment, Beth managed to force only one thought to the forefront of her mind: Protego. (OOC: Perfect! Feel free to act as if Beth wasn't fast enough.) |
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The dossier << Beth's Journal >> Plot page My other characters: E.Fairfax | H.Avery | S.Snape | S.Blackwood | B.Baker | |
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| Jordanna Bauer | May 1 2012, 05:48:27 PM Post #4 |
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Jordanna simply sneered at Beth as the girl turned to face her and realized who had come to visit. She couldn't help but laugh to herself at Beth's confusion, and even more so at Beth's response. Did she really think she would escape from this compartment unscathed? How brash. "Silly girl," Jordanna mused as Beth clumsily retrieved her wand and prepared to defend herself. Jordanna looked Beth straight in the eyes, but her concentration was on the girl's hand. She could see from Beth's expression that she was mentally prepared to defend herself from a direct attack, perhaps even having an incantation on hand already, but it would not save her. Jordanna turned all of her focus on Beth's wand, which was locked tightly in the girl's hand. Slowly, she began to siphon the energy from in and around it, and soon, the birch would become too cold to touch, rendering it useless, and more importantly, Beth defenseless. OOC: I really wanted to draw this out, if that's alright. Jordanna really really wants to watch Beth squirm before she curses her. After she drops her wand, I'll have Jordanna continue using her elementium to hold her still? |
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| Beth Snape | May 2 2012, 06:09:15 AM Post #5 |
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For a moment, nothing seemed to happen, and Beth briefly wondered that perhaps the Slytherin didn't come to harm her. What a foolish thought. She felt her wand grow cold, before suddenly, a strange sort of pain shot through her fingers. Beth yelped, unable to hold onto her wand any longer. The piece of wood clattered to the floor, and the girl glanced at her hand to find a soft white imprint in its wake. Clutching the wrist of her frostnipped hand, the Hufflepuff glared angrily at her foe. "What do you want?!" she seethed. Although she was still terrified, blood pumping loudly in her ears, Beth refused to give Jordana any more satisfaction of seeing it. Perhaps, if she drew this out this long enough, someone would come to help her, right? It might have only been wishful thinking, but it was far better than nothing. And as long as she had faith in something, she was alive. (OOC: Sure, go ahead.) |
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The dossier << Beth's Journal >> Plot page My other characters: E.Fairfax | H.Avery | S.Snape | S.Blackwood | B.Baker | |
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| Jordanna Bauer | May 9 2012, 02:57:13 PM Post #6 |
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Jordanna brimmed with satisfaction when Beth released her wand. She found the sound of it clattering against the floor amusing, in a dark sort of way. Jordanna paused for a moment, as if to ponder Beth's inquiry. She took a few moments to make direct eye contact with her target; she could see that Beth was distraught without her wand based on the tone of her voice, which now sounded much more harsh. "I want you to suffer," Jordanna responded, taking a step forward to whisper the final word into Beth's ear. At this point, Jordanna's elementium had begun to take its full effect on Beth's entire body, and she would be unable to move, petrified from the cold. "I've had enough of you and your meddling," Jordanna explained, looking down at her wand, gently running the handle between her fingers. "It's about time you learn your lesson, and more importantly, learn who you're dealing with." At that, Jordanna pointed her wand directly at Beth and closed her eyes. She began chanting a spell to herself, one she had discovered in a book of dark magic, and had been anxious to use. Jordanna's words were barely audible, but even if they had been, the spell's incantation was in a dark language that even she didn't understand. What she did know, however, was that it was a spell of vengeance. Aside from a list of dark effects, perhaps the most nefarious of them was that it would limit Beth from revealing who had cast it on her. How torturous indeed, to know who had struck the blow, but to be rendered unable to fight back. The light in the compartment began to dim as Jordanna made her way through the spell's dark prose. She had spent many months rehearsing the phrases so as to ensure proper application. After what seemed like hours, Jordanna's lips finally came to a halt, and the room snapped back to its normal state, as if nothing had happened. "Looks like you'll be troubling me no longer," Jordanna taunted Beth, and she lowered both her wand and her elementium, allowing Beth to move again. She turned her back to Beth and made to exit the compartment. It was time to see if her curse had been successful. OOC: I hope what I said is alright/makes sense. I figured, since Beth has a history of thwarting or otherwise messing with Jordanna's antics, the curse would make it so she can't do anything to harm her via magic, and she won't be able to tell anyone (so it ties in with Jordanna getting revenge). I thought that might be a better idea than simply purging her memory (how boring :P). It's up to you what the other effects are (her spellcasting becoming stunted or really exhausting, etc.). If you could, though, can you have Beth try to attack Jordanna while she's turned around, and nothing will happen? |
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| Beth Snape | May 10 2012, 11:27:36 AM Post #7 |
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Jordana's voice sent a chill down the Beth's already freezing spine. She tried to move but the painful cold paralyzed her completely. That's when she realized what the Slytherin's magic was. She had trained for this, should have been prepared to defend herself against the Elementium, but could do no more than clench her teeth and whimper. At first, Beth had no idea what the blonde was talking about. What meddling? Was she one of the Squires she and her friends had faces during the battle in the dungeons, or even the one who attack them while practicing Quidditch? She couldn't be the same person that had cast the Fiendfyre which killed several students last year, could she? Beth struggled to move again but even a simple attempt to unclench her fists brought intense pain. If being frozen to half to death had been painful, Beth didn't know what to call what happened next. The girl uttered a strangled cry as her legs gave out, leaving her to helplessly tumble to the floor. Her face contorted in agony, Beth couldn't utter a sound, only prayed for it to stop. It didn't even matter how, anymore. After what seemed like a lifetime, the pain lessened and she inhaled sharply, as if only just recognizing the need for oxygen. It took her a while before she remembered where she was. The Hufflepuff opened her eyes, but it was so dark she couldn't see her own hands. The detestable voice resounded through the compartment again and Beth, feeling a familiar texture digging into her arm, finally grasped her wand. "Stupefy," she half sobbed, half cried, wand aimed in the direction the sound's source. But she couldn't feel the telltale launch of the spell, could see nothing but darkness. Something was very wrong. She felt the remnants of her energy continuously drain from her already weakened body. The heaviness of her wand-wielding hand was too great to bear, forcing Beth to let it drop by her head. Feeling as if her life was slipping away, her mind filled with images of those she cared about. Her father, Alfie, Alistair, Dave, Jess, Addie, Edward, Rod... they all looked down at her, some with a soft smile, others with a frown. Beth found herself yearning to reach out toward them, but powerless to do so. A tear rolled down her ashen cheek as she whispered, "Help." (OOC: Cool! Just let me know what will happen to her if she tries/someone asks her to speak about it. And after Jordana leaves, it can be Alistair's turn. ^^) |
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The dossier << Beth's Journal >> Plot page My other characters: E.Fairfax | H.Avery | S.Snape | S.Blackwood | B.Baker | |
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| Jordanna Bauer | May 10 2012, 01:30:47 PM Post #8 |
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"Stupefy." The voice behind the attempted spell sounded broken and weak, but there was a wand raised and an incantation spoken. Jordanna instinctively tensed body, as if prepared to absorb the impact of the spell, but alas... Nothing. Jordanna smiled a devilish grin as Beth realized what was wrong. The girl's whimpering satisfied her deeply, and was only amplified when the girl cried for help. Not only had the spell worked, but it was clear that Beth's spirit had been completely broken. What more could Jordanna ask for? Jordanna smoothed out her clothing and stowed her wand away, smiling gleefully as she exited the compartment. OOC: I guess it's really up to you how she deals with it. My guess is that she'd have to come up with ANYTHING to get them off her case, or she can just claim not to remember and possibly become frustrated. |
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| Alistair York | May 10 2012, 04:15:18 PM Post #9 |
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Alistair was fidgeting outside the train. Beth had explicitly told him she didn't need his help with anything. But then why was she taking so bloody long? He knew it was ridiculous to be worried, but after all that had happened the day before he really couldn't calm his mind. His mother had been waiting at the station when the train had arrived and had long since left with his belongings; trusting her son to find his way home on his own. She wasn't the sort to hover. A thing he would probably find the time to be greatful for later. Frustration clouded his features and he glanced over at the clock. He didn't want to seem possessive or overbearing, but this was ridiculous. Upon entering the train he was almost shocked back into waiting outside when he realized there were, indeed, still people making their way off of it. Certainly she wouldn't mind him checking to see if she was alright... Having made up his mind Alistair made his way back to Compartment A. He wasn't at all prepared for the sight that met his eyes when he got there. "Beth--!" He'd been intending on suavely diverting her attention from the fact that he constantly needed to check up on people by saying something witty... her name ended on a sort horrified note. Horror mixed with an insane amount of regeret. He shouldn't have left her alone. The Hufflepuff was on his knees beside her in seconds. A hand going to one particularly icy cheek, demanding her gaze. "Christ. What happened? You're freezing." His voice low and full of worry; it came out sounding ridiculously calm especially considering the emotions buffeting through him. The last thing either of them needed right now was for him to lose his calm. As it was he was having an impossibly hard time not bellowing out as loudly as he could until someone fixed this. |
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| Beth Snape | May 11 2012, 11:29:08 AM Post #10 |
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Cold and alone, Beth was certain she was going to die right there, on the train's hard floor. She'd never fulfil her dream of becoming an Auror or experience anything life had to offer; all the things she'd missed and been too afraid to do. Was it really how she was going to leave this world - achieving nothing? Paton and Noah hadn't deserved to die either, how was that fair? The girl was torn between trying to hold on and giving up, gradually beginning to favour the latter, when she heard a familiar voice call her name. At least she thought she had, or was it just her imagination? It seemed very close, but yet so far. Someone was indeed in the compartment with her and Beth flinched, as much as her exhausted body allowed, at the pressure on her cheek, fearing the Slytherin might have returned to finish her off. But there was that voice again. "Ali-stair?" Her lower lip quivered as she recognized her friend, opening her eyes but failing to see him. He came for her. He'd make it all go away. The girl's trembling hand let go of her wand and tried to drag itself towards the heat of his body, unable to reach it. "So dark," she uttered weakly. He had asked her something but she was having trouble comprehending the words. "I'm... tired," she managed to let out, her own words clipped with her quick, shallow breaths. Beth's eyes closed once more as if it was too wearing to keep them open. There was no point, anyway, until somebody turned on the lights. She felt distinctly calmer with Alistair around to protect her and started to doze off. (OOC: I should mention her eyes are no longer blue but silvery-gray. They almost look like Brock's, except even paler.) |
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The dossier << Beth's Journal >> Plot page My other characters: E.Fairfax | H.Avery | S.Snape | S.Blackwood | B.Baker | |
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| Caius Desmount | May 12 2012, 08:51:15 AM Post #11 |
 
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There was no job too small, too simple for a man like Caius. Unlike most, his humble nature had almost consumed of what was left of his ego and if any of his superiors had asked him to get them a coffee, he'd simply obliged. The routine sweep of the Hogwarts Express was easy enough, if not a little beneficial. His usual station was usually in a room filled with familiar aromas, filled with the same usual faces, filled with undying memories; the change was nice though. Caius' eyes never faltered from the boy who paced restlessly outside only a few wee meters from his grounded stance. It was clearly obvious that he was expecting something long ago and his patience was thinning. It was only when he lunged back into the train, through the doors that the man knew someone needed to tell him and whomever he was waiting for that the feast would have started any time soon. Silently, he followed the Hufflepuff, leaving a long distance between them but not long enough to be out of sight. Caius was just about to erase the space between them abruptly, knowing his ventures would be entirely fruitless if he kept going on, till he had caught sight of his features. He only needed a glimpse before he plunged into one of the compartments. Frowning, he quickened his strides, holding onto the door frame to steady his momentum as he readily absorbed the situation at the threshold. This was no accident. "I am the Auror, Caius Desmount. What are your names?" Caius moved to the other side of the girl, his question clearly directed at the boy. There was nothing to be achieved with his inquiry, only to rest the nerves of the both of them as he worked his magic. It was a curse, his experience knew that much. But it was unfamiliar and perhaps so ancient enough that it had defied his years of knowledge. Never the less, its symptoms were not immune to his quiet mutterings that would give him to figure out an effective course of action before something drastic happens. "Tell me, do you know what happened?" he asked, checking the freezing temperature of her skin, noting the quick jumps her chest made and the eyes that began to flutter shut. Caius was running out of time. |
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| Alistair York | May 12 2012, 01:39:50 PM Post #12 |
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What Beth had to say did little to alleviate his already shattered calm. His free hand wrapped around hers and squeezed tightly. It was so incredibly wrong to see Beth like this, it unsettled him in a way that couldn't quite be explained. A cold feeling in the pit of his gut. "Don't close your eyes- come on." Unwittingly his hand had begun rubbing her cheek, as though hoping to return warmth to the icy body. There was part of him that wanted her eyes to close, if only so he didn't have to see the demented change they'd gone through. It shot chills through him. It was better, a very strong sort of instinct told him, that she remain awake for fear that she wouldn't stop sleeping. And the hand patted, in what might have been a gentle matter if he weren't so worried, in a way that demanded her attention. Alistair turned, perhaps to bellow for help- and when someone entered the compartment he damn near jumped out of the skin. A flood of relief washed over him. Whatever was wrong with Beth it was so completely beyond him. He'd been torn between screaming and taking her to a hospital and this man, he looked so bloody collected. The very presence calmed him. The question, however, sort of shocked him and for a moment he could only stare at the man, somewhat confused. He didn't know Beth's last name. Some friend he was. "I'm Alistair York... This is..." Why did he feel like laughing? Something was wrong with his brain. "This is Beth..." He struggled again, for words, when he was asked what happened. An impending sense of uselessness swept over him... he shouldn't feel guilty. Alistair's gaze shot down to Beth. "I didn't see anything. And she hasn't-" Said anything? That wasn't true. It just wasn't very helpful what she had managed to utter. Christ. As to the who and the how... he had no idea. Realizing he needed to get a grip and maybe actually tell the auror something useful... "Her eyes, they were blue..." That came out sounding more like he was a love sick puppy than the fact that he was trying to help identify whatever had been cast upon her. Hadn't she just complained about things being dark? Was she losing her eyesight? "She said she was tired and that it was dark..." Right, that was a bit better, his gaze shot up to the man and he thought he disguised his worry rather well. But who was he to determine anything right now? The auror was doing something and maybe it was helping but he needed verbal confirmation of some sort. "Is she going to be OK?" His brain helplessly tried to scan the faces he had seen leaving the train, but he couldn't recall any one in particular and he bit down his frustration. |
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| Beth Snape | May 12 2012, 04:24:20 PM Post #13 |
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The urgent voice shaped into a vague soft hum and the growing, reassuring warmth in her cheek almost made the lingering pain and emptiness bearable. It was surely only a dream, the next time she'd open her eyes, it would be in the cheerful Hufflepuff dormitory. But it was too early to get up for breakfast yet, she could rest a little longer... It wasn't until Beth felt herself slowly drifting out of her haze moments later that she became aware of the reality once more. She could feel her heart beat faster and steadier than before. Even the surrounding sounds gradually resembled human voices. And there was more than one this time. Who it belonged to, she had no idea. A soft mewl passed her lips as the painful coldness also made its return, but in a more manageable volume. She couldn't quite grasp what the man said, but made out some of Alistair's words. It seemed like he was talking about her. Afraid to open her eyes again, Beth tried to take advantage of the mild improvement in her condition. "It was," she started, intending to at least tell them who was the attacker if she really were to die, but she gritted her teeth at a sudden dull ache in her chest, her hand clutching onto Alistair's feebly. She tried again as it lessened. "It wa-," the girl's voice snapped into a weak groan. It felt as if someone jumped onto her ribs, pushing all air out of her lungs. Beth let go of her attempts to say anything and tried to take a few sharp breaths. What was happening to her? Even thought she felt more lucid now, her body begun to tremble with cold, unconcerned with her fatigue so great she could barely move a muscle. Despite her reluctance, Beth's eyes snapped open again, searching with panic for Alistair's friendly face. |
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The dossier << Beth's Journal >> Plot page My other characters: E.Fairfax | H.Avery | S.Snape | S.Blackwood | B.Baker | |
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