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Post by Dirk Strider on Jun 30, 2014 5:02:03 GMT
The feeling of nostalgia branched upwards towards the doming enchanted ceiling smoked with outer cool evening shades, and reached far outwards into endless antique interior, now brimming with renewal. The innards of this living space were massive beyond the imagination, hundreds of suspending yellowed candles overhead now flooding the hall with the life they kindled. They Illuminated the stone walls and the four familiar elongated dining tables that seemed to plunge deeper and deeper into the sparking, youthful atmosphere.
Gentle clicks of larger flames that were secured against the statues upon the walls licked up the chilly outside autumn world and opened its arms to another separate universe. Rays of dwindling light were caught by the towering glass windows looming over the entire High Table like a giant claiming its place. Almost recklessly did the curving, framed, barred glass stagger immeasurably behind where authoritative figures would stand, challenging Hogwarts staff effortlessly with its ancient feel of the outside world. A delicious magic was cooking behind the walls, leaking decadently into the obeisance, empty hall.
Horseless carriages and smaller boats were readied in front of the castle. After a long ride here, the doors were finally opened to the students that began to pour in, a magical feeling following suit.
This is a direct continuation of the last open thread. If you were not in that thread, fear not! You may join at any time. If you have unfinished business in that thread, fear a little bit, but not a lot! Your attendance is wanted here, but know that you may continue/tie up anything from there. Give or take, a week should be dedicated to this and, after that, everyone is free to post real-time threads of any sort.
Until then, have fun, and again, thank you guys for all of this. You've really made this special for us and everyone here.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2014 6:30:39 GMT
One of the first of these students to enter, happening to have ridden in on the "horseless" carriages, was Cronus Ampora. He'd be graduating this year, but the long countdown until that date had only started today. The familiar glow of candles and the seemingly open skied ceiling above him gave Cronus a warm flood of sincere emotions he remembered witnessing this sight at ten years of age, three years short of a decade ago he walked into this room from the crickety boats outside and destined his fate here at Hogwarts. Not that he believed in fate, but its nice to at least sound poetic in your head right?
As he strides in, familiarly robed in crimson, gold and black, he takes a seat, about mid way into the newly set table for his designated house. The fires were lit all around with soft flames and warm hands to rub the shoulders of the newly chilled students..it was nice to be "home" again after all this time. Despite his stressed inner turmoil, he was nothing but pure childish giddy watching the new first years slowly file up outside. He let his mind wander to memory as he ignored the majority of his class, sitting alone (for now).
Cronus was partly amused by the empty plates and the silverware, he waited patiently not really as much hungry as he was eager to snag some snacks for someone later. The term, "Horseless Carriages" also amused him, considering they were not truly horseless. But, sadly, or rather fortunately, most people if not 99% of the students here along with the staff (hopefully) hadn't ever been able to and hopefully wouldn't be able to see what truly pulled the students in on almost ghostly wagons from the train platform. Threstrals were odd creatures, ones Cronus had his Third year here were really REAL and terrifying at first. He considered it a curse to be able to see them at first, but later found out it was indeed just by happenstance he was granted that blessing. But, he'd not dwell too further now as his emotions whelled in his stomach threatening his dinner's appetite. And no one really wanted that. As the students filed in, familiar faces and new a few slightly less, filed into the large room- the ever present Headmaster and the faculty lined the Hall's back large Table...Including a certain History Teacher that Cronus in some stupid way hoped was either late or not staring in his general direction. As Cronus scanned around the surroundings his eyes met quite a few faces- but no one's eyes...not yet.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2014 17:51:55 GMT
The witch who wrote this article on cauldron composition and its potential effect on the outcome of long term potion brewing isn’t entirely wrong. She is, however, mostly wrong. But, Droog thinks, that’s what happens when you have a witch whose specialty is clearly hexes doing the potions column as well. He’s actually read some of her hex theories, mostly out of boredom, and they’re not half bad, but her potions theories are all over the place. She actually compared cauldron metals to wand cores at one point. If he cared at all it would be an outrage.
The students are beginning to filter in as their carriages arrive, chatting amongst themselves and milling about before taking their seats. After skimming the thoroughly misguided conclusion to the article Droog finally bothers to glance beyond the edge of his newspaper to take stock of the proceedings. Purely by chance his gaze falls across the Ravenclaw table, and then back and away when he doesn’t spot the peculiar combination of pale skin and white-blonde hair that would mark the student he’s looking for. He’s never had a student write to him over the summer before, and now that she’s got the confirmation she needs he doubts it will ever happen again. In any case it wasn’t an entirely objectionable experience and he’s almost looking forward to telling her that the last bit of paperwork is currently sitting on his desk in his office awaiting her signature. Almost, because after she signs it he’ll have to put the effort in to get it properly filed until after she graduates, and that seems like an inevitably bothersome task.
With a slight shrug he returns his attention to the paper, and an article on dragon population fluctuations in Uruguay. His hope here is that the newspaper (combined with his chosen seat towards the far left of the High Table) will function as a shield, discouraging any casual conversations or post-summer small talk. It is inevitable that he will eventually have to say something to someone, but with any luck the flimsy paper will delay this particular social obligation until it is utterly unavoidable.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2014 3:29:08 GMT
With a yawn, the raven haired woman turned the page of the book, "Voyages with Vampires" by Gilderoy Lockhart, a book her eldest had recommended to her. "Thiz iz the most zelf entitled, poorly written book I have ever read..." Selena mumbled quietly to herself. She will make a mental note to talk about her daughter's taste in literature at a later date, but for now she'll focus on swiftly finishing the piece she is currently reading. Selena took a quick scan of the room before returning to the book. "Not that many people here yet," she thought,"no use in putting this down until the party starts." She hopes Aranea doesn't believe any of this garbage to be true, I mean honestly that Gilderoy fellow undoubtedly could not have achieved this bull on his own. And really if it was the thrill of adventure she wanted why not ask her own mother of her tale? After all, it's not like Selena had the stereotypical life of a stay at home mother! Plus it could give them some much needed bonding time, the poor thing never got much of that in her younger years and she'll be moving out and one her own soon... With a moment's decision, Selena decided that she would make it a point to spend some quality time with her eldest this year and show her the ropes of becoming a true Serket.
Speaking of her daughters, where are they? She didn't notice them at their respective house tables, should they have arrived already? Slightly concerned now, Selena puts down the book and returns her gaze to the great hall already halfway out of her chair from worry. Almost instantly she spots one of the Amporas, such a dreadful bunch, and one from the Strider household, she really has no opinion on them, but none of her daughters. "Mon Dieu, ils devraient être plus ponctuel!" The witch grumbles before retiring back in her seat on the far right of the table. Selena rolls her eyes and shakes her head, "Calm down girl," she assures herself, "they'll get here soon enough, have patience." As if to distract herself, Selena opens the horrendously unoriginal book once more and with a hope that it will carry her off in its story.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2014 5:54:25 GMT
Makeda had made the unfortunate decision of choosing a seat next to the worried Selena. As the new Art teacher at Hogwarts she was nervous enough as it is and thought it best to sit the furthest away from the middle of the table to avoid attention and any trouble, but now she's getting a gut feeling that, that presumption might be wrong. Makeda steals a quick glance at the woman to her right, she seems very worried over something.. and was that french she heard? She had no clue this school taught foreign language! Things have certainly changed since she was here! Oh, but besides that small dent in the ceiling from when one of her spells was deflected by a very, very annoying young man in her old first year class. The old headmaster really should have punished that kid too instead of placing the full blame on her. Grr, if she ever saw that weasel again she'd give him the old one two, if you know what I mean. What was she thinking about again? Ah yes, yes she was thinking about her fellow professors. Jeez, she never thought she'd ever be a professor in her lifetime, a painter maybe, but not a professor- not with her old track record. Ah, but let's not jinx Makeda's new beginning with negative thoughts about the past.
Well, she did know some French, maybe she could talk with the woman and get her to calm down? "A-Ah, bonjour? C'est un très laid livre que vous lisez? Quel est le nom de celui-ci?" Makeda inquired to the woman on the right, giving her a soft smile. Okay maybe she lied, her french is horrible, but maybe the other woman won't notice? Oh dear it's the first day and she's already mucking it up! "Keep it together Makeda!" she encouraged,"Today will be alright! In fact, you might might make a friend with that botched up French! Everything will be okay and you won't get in trouble, just keep calm."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2014 6:39:32 GMT
If it wasn't for Gilderoy, Selena would have thought she was the most pompous person put on this blue Earth! He gives the word "adventurer" a bad name. The first thing her daughter's gonna learn is to never end up like that prick, or at the very least learn to lie better than him because this book is pretty much a self insert fanfic and that was just putting it nicely. "I mean reallly if you were to put a--" Selena's train of thought was interrupted when the olive eyed girl beside her begun to stammer out her inquiry. With a crooked widespread grin on her face she tried to hold in her laughter for as long as she could but soon burst into a cackle. "Ugly book? HA HA HA! Boy did vouz get zat right! It'z the worzt book I have read!" She exclaimed before, quickly hushing her tone before she spoke again. "What iz your name? I am Zelena Zerket, head of zhe Zerket household. It's a pleasure I'm sure. Are vouz ze new teacher I have been hearing about?" Selena turned and reached out her hand to the amusing woman on her left. Not to mention forgetting to comment on the poor grammar displayed by the other professor. What was she worrying about again? She really can't remember what now, but thankfully someone has ended her long rant on authors she hates which, might I add, is a very long list. Thankfully now she has discarded the book and placed onto her lap, out of her sight and away from her concern. She was in far too good of a mood now to harsh it by glancing back at that thing.
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Post by Jack "Spades Slick" Noir on Jul 1, 2014 17:30:59 GMT
Jack Noir did not want to be woken from that nap he was having. He was having a wonderful dream where he was rich, not very famous, and could go back home without fearing underworld wizards kicking his door in and killing his ass. Shame he cannot return to the states, it's around this time of year, the start of the school year, that he gets fairly home sick, as well as cranky.
He pushes the side door to the great hall open and shuffled inside; he kept his head low and tried to remain inconspicuous. Even though he was a god-awful teacher and everyone knew it, he was still some students who considered him their favorite, and he did not want to be pulled into some conversation with one of these brats. Jack takes a quick glance about the room, noting familiar faces and his fellow professors, well most of them, there is a new looking face sitting next to the Frenchy. He keeps walking towards the table, passing the Gryffindor table he notices Ampora's kid. "Oh hey Cronit welcome back for 5th year or whatever." Jack says while barely offering a wave as greeting as he passes the kid and continues past the table towards the High Table. He didn't really care for Cronit Ampora that much, he feels like 5th year might have been wrong but he doesn't really care too much whether it was or not.
He keeps looking for the one man he was looking for. He spots Droog as usual reading a newspaper and sitting on the far end of the table. Therefore, Jack did the only sensible thing, hurriedly rush up to him, and quickly plop himself down next to his old running mate. He yoinks the newspaper from Droog's grasp, looks at it, throws it to the side and smirks at the Slytherin headmaster. "So you think you're going to win this year Droog?" he says with smirk knowing very well that Droog does not want to make conversation, especially about the point's competition. It is no secret that Jack really takes the whole thing very competitively; it is really the only thing he puts effort in and takes seriously.
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Post by Aza'zel Makara on Jul 1, 2014 18:44:13 GMT
The Grand "Motherfucking" Groundskeeper lumbered into the hall and sniffs the air; the smell of nervous children was abundant and only mostly sickening. He lumbers up to the High Table. Like usual a crowd of 1st years is gathered around talking to each other and fail to move themselves from the giant's path, so he just walks through them knocking a few over and basically kicking one of them. He continues lumbering towards the table leaving a small pile of toppled 11 year olds in his wake.
He tromps up to the table, giving a slight nod in Droog's direction and then turning to do the same to Selena, but stops noticing the fresh face next to her. He strangely is a bit stunned and continues staring at the short figure who seemed to be gabbing at the Serket for one seems like 5 minutes until he shakes his head and, slower now, moves to his seat next to where Kabnel will be. He is intrigued and a bit disturbed by this new presence, he usually hears about new professors if they are getting them and this one he has heard nothing about. No background checks or information on intentions, not to mention who she was in general, his desire to know her name was great and also very disturbing to him. The GGK returns to staring, now from his seat, and wishes inwardly that Kab or Astris was around for him to ask. Instead, he simply continues staring at her awkwardly and with a hint of confusion and deep musing in his eyes.
There is a jingle from the house table's floor as Pierre bounds up to table and hops up onto the table in front of GGK. Aza'zel does not even acknowledge the small goat's presence and the goat bleats at him to try to snap him out of it. Still no luck. Pierre then begins lightly head butting Aza'zel in a final attempt to get the giant's attention, the groundskeeper's eyes do not move for a moment and he roughly pats Pierre's head lightly and slowly, being very much distracted. Pierre seems to huff and "baa" at him before curling up on the table in front of him and closing his little goat eyes to nap till the fun starts.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2014 23:22:29 GMT
Each year, Astris makes sure to be present early for the feast, eager to return to Hogwarts' fine dining, catered by the ever so lovely house elves. He gives himself a quick reminder to go visit them sometime soon, to go thank them, as he makes sure to do every once in a while. he can see through the open doors that Freyir has not yet made his presence known among the students and staff, and shakes his head. He knows exactly where he is, of course, but has no clue what's taking so long. They had only been-- He drops that train of thought quickly and adjusts his still-loose tie as he passes a group of students; there will be time for that later, of course.
Astris strides into the hall quickly, taking his now-usual spot next to Aza'zel, cradling an armful of books with one arm and glancing around the hall, giving a grin and a small wave to the Ravenclaw table as he sits, books set neatly on the table in front of him. He glances down the table, nodding to Selena and the new professor, eyeing a seemingly busy Slick and Droog and glances to his empty side, where Freyir will probably end up when he gets his slow posterior down to the hall. He then gently nudges Aza'zel, noticing his attention is elsewhere.
"You alright, my friend?" he asks, looking back up from arranging is pile of books when Aza'zel doesn't instantly respond, "Something bothering you?" He traces the groundskeeper's gaze to the new teacher, Makeda, wasn't it? He wonders idly if Aza'zel knows her from somewhere.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2014 0:11:30 GMT
The article on dragons is possibly one of the most boring he’s ever read, but the ruse with the newspaper seems to be working; the new professor chose to sit next to Serket who made the mistake of only bringing a book to deter conversations. Of course there is a chance that the way the seating arrangements have panned out thus far was more due to chance than his careful planning. Either way, things seem to be working in his favor.
And things continue to work in his favor for several minutes, until suddenly they don’t anymore.
Droog has just started the final section of the article, something about the population increase being due to a heat wave, when the paper is plucked from his hands. He’s not even mildly surprised when the culprit turns out to be Jack, or Slick, or whatever he goes by these days, Droog hasn’t bothered keeping track for years now.
“If I had to guess I’d say it’s going to be Ravenclaw this year,” he replies, glancing over at the only person in the building who he might refer to as a friend; might, because he doesn’t really think about people in those terms. Jack is doing something with his face, probably smirking; he usually smirks when he’s talking about the House Cup. Droog sometimes wonders if he even knows he’s doing it.
He takes a moment to nod to the Groundskeeper (it’s never a bad idea to stay on the good side of people who you haven’t yet figured out how to, hypothetically, murder) before turning back to Jack.
“I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if your House manages to beat mine this year,” he shrugs, “but I think Ravenclaw might manage to take the Cup.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2014 7:32:19 GMT
Makeda looked a bit like a bird of prey with her mouth open, stretched into a very awkward smile and her eyes wide with surprise. Not only was her French godawful but through some unseen force it didn't aggravate the other woman. "Ah. Heh heh... yeah it's awful. Precisely what I was gonna say, no doubt." she nervously stammered out,"As for my name? It's Makeda, Makeda Lejion nice to meet you Selena, hope we can get along this year." She takes Selena's hand in her own and gives it a firm shake.
The sound of more professors approaching caught her curiosity and she stole a quick glance over at them. One of them seemed to have come straight out of a mobster film, she makes a mental note to avoid that man. As for the other? Makeda sees Selena point towards the left of the table and lo and behold there he is. Staring at her like he has been for the past... what, seven (8)minutes now? She gently waves at him then promptly returns her attention to the woman beside her.
"Is it normal for the faculty to stare for that long, or is that just him?" Makeda whispers over the Selena. Not that she was scared of him or anything, oh no. Just for clarification reasons, that's all.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2014 3:57:00 GMT
Jade waved goodbye to the GGK as he went to join the other professors and employees. The opening ceremony would be happening soon and he had things to do. So what if she felt a little lonely? It kind of serves her right being friends with someone who's...what? Twice her age? Three times? It was hard to tell what exact age a wizard or witch could be, what with all the magic and tending to live long. (Yet another thing that puzzled her about wizard/witch biology.) She joined the crowd of students getting off the train and headed towards the boat. She was filtered in with other Ravenclaws, though her yearmates didn't really like talking to her. It wasn't like they hated her inquisitive nature. Well, they did but they were all inquisitive to a point. House of intelligence and all that, but they didn't speak the same language. Jade had no interest in Quidditch, thought chocolate frogs were a little barbaric and strange (Why would you want to eat something that acts like its still alive...?), and found the scientific and physics-defying properties of magic more interesting that actually performing spellery. The only time they interacted with her was during Potions when they wanted hints or to cheat off of her.
So Jade was mostly silent on the way to the Grand Hall. She always had a stash of books to keep her preoccupied. This time she had a Muggle book, called The Science of Superheroes. It was about fictional Muggle superheroes but some of theories in it could help her in reality when trying to figure out things. You weren't supposed to read during the opening ceremony (or in the Grand Hall) but Jade always managed to sneak books in her Squiddles purse. She didn't really care about the pomp and circumstance of the wizarding world as much as some people do.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2014 6:50:37 GMT
As Professor Slick passed him, Cronus blinked a tad surprised-who'd even greeted him- and albeit his name was pronounced wrong and the year of his return was a few off, to be honest it had been more than he'd gotten the entire trip here. "ayy tha-" he soon realized, to his barely visible dismay that Slick brushed passed him- and was not in any mood to even wave. Oh well, he'd take it, that was a half honor coming from that guy.
To the Gryffindor's relief, he was greeted with the sight of some new faculty!! That and his father was NOT present which for the moment made him slightly more at ease. He by no means hated his father, there was just an air about him that for some reason set Cronus off into a mild off mood ever since he'd started attending Hogwarts. On the other hand, he did see a man walking into the Hall he'd not seen before, of course there were others; the woman talking to Professor Serket true was new as well, but this man. He was new to Cronus even. He looked as if he was familiar with this place, at home even. I wonder who he might be...? He looks like someone I know..I cant put my finger on it though..damn. The seventeen year old mutters his less than thoughtful swear leaning his chin on his hand to watch the odd man with the books who was now talking with the grounds keeper.
No one has yet sat around him- perhaps he can find some conversations to eavesdrop on...
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Post by Aza'zel Makara on Jul 3, 2014 21:34:05 GMT
"Yeah, Yeah I am uh... Fine" the GGK mumbles, gaze not leaving the new face. Whoever she was, he felt something odd coming from her. Potential? No, not that something different, it is a strange feeling that personally is making him uncomfortable and his head a bit swimmy. "Who is the new blood?" he says with a nod in her direction. He begins quietly noting her features such as her height, build, and a vague idea on movement abilities. Considering she is not up walking around it is hard for him to denote whether she has any weaknesses in that area but something tells him that that is not the case.
The ever inquisitive eye of the Groundskeeper shifts to the floor and then the ceiling trying to remember if he had heard of her arrival but had forgotten. Maybe he was high at the time? He knows one thing for sure, that this person is a surprise, and surprises are dangerous. Now that it is much too late to go digging for background checks before it becomes a problem he is going to have to do some in person scouting. He hopes on hope that they are not a problem. Removing a teacher in the middle of a school year is nasty business and much too hard. A student or two is easy but a teacher... not so much, he would know, that Strider has been a thorn in his side for years now and he still can't get rid of him, never a good window... Besides, he has a strange unshakable feeling that he would not be able to go through with it, which quite frankly, is scaring the ever living hell out of him.
As he goes back to awkwardly staring at the new face, looking away, grumbling, and then staring some more, Pierre the goat makes a sort of annoyed "baaaaaaaaa" and get up from his nap to head butt GGK on the chest, hard. This merits not even a flinch from the giant and Pierre does something akin to rolling his eyes before trotting over to Astris and raising his head for head pets.
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Post by Jack "Spades Slick" Noir on Jul 3, 2014 23:51:09 GMT
Slick, or Jack, to be frank either works for him, twists his face from a smirk to a look of slight disgust. "Well, duh yeah I am going to beat you and your sorry bunch of losers, but Ravenclaw? You think that Captor is really going to pull that off?" he grumbles a bit and darts his eyes at the thin man as he walks past them and over to a chair next to the giant groundskeeper. "Not a chance, Gryffindor is going to kick everyone's ass because they have someone like me in charge. You know, a responsible adult who has the moxy to win, unlike you Droog and all of your extreme apathy towards the whole damn thing." he turns to face forward in his seat and crosses his arms, looking his usual grumpy self.
He sits in quiet for a time contemplating things like, when is Kabnel going to get this god awful thing over with, why the Groundskeeper is staring at the new professor, why the goat is on the tab- wait, he knows why the goat is there, because the goat goes where ever he pleases. He learned that the hard way when he found it sleeping in his laundry one time. The speech hasn't even started and he is already getting bored to death, might as well make some conversation with his partner in crime. He turns his head and regards the man for just a second in silence, for being such a big ass noodly fuck, Droog certainly got some good genes in that body of his. Wait, what no, bad Slick, purely professional stop that you imbecile. Slick ends up staring for a bit longer than he intended before he hurriedly stammers out "SO! You heard from Boxcars and Deuce recently?"
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