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Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

i have posted! aja's was small and dinky because i didn't really have much to add without aella.

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

Aja nodded along dutifully to Ziya's speech, pretending it didn't completely go over her head. She looked back at Aella, and quirked the corner of her lips up into a smile.

"There you have it," she said. "If you ever have questions about classism or the economy, he's the one to go to. Ziya's sure to have opinions to share. Personally, most of it's lost on me."

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Jules pouted when Lars implied his sandwich wasn't real food. It was too! He unwrapped one end and took a hearty bite out of it. Unfortunately, he almost choked on it when he tried to swallow at the same time she offered to buy them food. Lars wanted to get breakfast with him. She was offering to pay. Wasn't that something people did on dates? Pay for each other's food? Was this a date? Did Lars want to date him?? Jules was still coughing, trying to clear his windpipe as his mind spun around in circles. He suddenly felt very very warm.

When his lungs stopped spasming long enough for Jules to control himself, he opened his eyes to see the blonde girl standing up and nodding. Oh, right. It wouldn't be just the two of them. The whole point of this was to make sure the kid didn't starve. Deflated, (but also kind of relieved, because Jules had no idea what he'd actually do with Lars on a date) he pushed himself off of the sofa to stand next to the girl.

"Cool," he squeaked out in a hoarse voice. He tried clearing his throat again. "I think I'm actually good without food. Got myself a killer sandwich." He wanted to smack himself for that stupid pun, but pushed onward. "But yeah, let's get you something," he said to the girl. "I'm Jules, and that's Lars. Tituba. Best house there is. You're what, a first year? Not gonna lie, that's the worst. I mean, that troll they make you fight's a real piece of work. Only two students got dismembered last year though, so I think it's slowing down. Senioritis. Real shame." Jules hung his head low and shook it back and forth in a show of disappointment. With that, he turned on his heel and started leading the way to the cafe. "Oh well. To food!"

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

Aja opened her mouth to answer the girl. Instead of words, however, what escaped her was a surprised squeak when Ziya plonked down next to her. She looked over to see his familiar face (mask?) and managed a response.

"Morning," she said with a smile. She didn't know him very well, but they always had classes together since they were in the same year and house. He was eccentric to say the least, and Aja found that he typically worked best in small doses, but he was nice enough. Aja turned back to the other girl. "Aella Strand, this is Lü Ziya. Lü Ziya, Aella Strand. I'm Aja Kay." Aja had been meaning to ask Aella if she was alright, but she doubted the girl wanted to divulge all her problems to two strangers. So instead, she just explained, "We're in Warren together. Fifth year. He's very politically minded." She turned to her classmate, then. "So Ziya, how goes dismantling the ruling bourgeois class?" If Aella couldn't confide in them, then at least they could distract her. Small talk didn't exactly seem to be her forte anyway.

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"Since Sacramento," Jules answered Lars. A smile was still stretched wide across his face as his laughter died down. "And come on, I bet they love all the attention I give them! They'd never hold a grudge against me." Of course, by 'attention' he meant 'constant use of them as pawns in his pranks.' He was about to say something else when he was cut off by some unholy rumbling. Jules snapped his mouth shut and turned to look at the blonde girl sitting next to him. Oh yeah. He'd completely forgotten about her. In his defense though, he'd been talking to Lars. Pretty, funny, cool Lars…

"Uh, wow," he said, snapping out of his thoughts. "That was actually really impressive." His smile was back on his face, but then he remembered that sounds like that typically weren't a great thing. "But seriously, are you ok? Like… have you eaten or something?" He remembered the sandwich he'd brought down from his room and scrambled to pick it up from where it was resting beside him on the couch. "Do you want part of this? I already started eating it, but I don't have cooties or anything like that. I could tear off the part I bit if you want."

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

cool! welcome aboard~

Heu

welcome to RPG! ^.^

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

sorry to hear about your dog! will you still be able to post today?

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

If that's what people want to do, I'd be fine with it.

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

It was early. It was too early. It was ridiculously early. And yet for some reason, Julius was awake. It was this stupid car, he swore. Every year it was the same thing – he didn't know if it was the jumps through all the time zones, or if he was going crazy from being stuck inside, or what, but every year King Tutt messed with his sleep schedule. And then for some reason Jules was stuck awake at 8 in the morning. Ok, maybe it wasn't that early, but still. Jules wondered if any of his friends were awake yet. Rubbing his eyes, Jules pushed himself out of bed. He opened his fridge and grabbed the half-eaten sandwich he'd had for dinner the night before. Not bothering to change out of his pajamas, Jules grabbed his wand and opened his door to make his way downstairs to the Tomb.

To his surprise, there was actually a pretty decent amount of people there already. His eyes scanned the room, searching. None of his usual friends were there (they were all still sleeping, no doubt) but he perked up when he found Lars, along with her two squawking birds. He liked Lars. She was pretty cool. She was older than him, but she was in his house and Magical Creatures Club, so they saw each other around a good amount. Hey also… may have had an itty bitty crush on her. Maybe. Probably not. But maybe.

Jules' attention was drawn by the sudden bout of crackled shouting coming from the speaker in the corner. It seemed like Pluto and Mercury were having another argument about off-ramps or yield signs or something. A smile grew on Jules' face as an idea came to him. Creeping around the edge of the room, sure to stay out of Lars' field of vision, Jules plopped himself on a sofa next to some girl he'd never seen before. She's was this nervous blonde thing, and probably a first year, but all that really mattered was that she was placed directly between Jules and Lars. She was small, but so was Jules. Maybe he could hide behind her.

He brought a single finger up to his impish smile, giving a little 'shh' sound to the girl. Then he turned his attention back to Lars and her birds and he drew his wand. A whispered incantation later, and the birds opened their beaks to screech insults at each other in Pluto and Mercury's voices. Several students in the Tomb jumped at the sudden sound. Jules' shoulders shook as he tried to control his laughter. He clamped a hand over his mouth and gave a light nudge to the blonde girl with his elbow. But he couldn't stop himself from full on laughing when Gar (in Pluto's voice) started saying Bel's vision was "about as clear as New York sewer water."

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

I'm down! Aja's likely on good terms with everyone but probably only on an acquaintance level. Crimmy, idk how much you want her and Ziya to know each other because they're both in the same house and year. Jules will know Dor, Lars, and Aella from magical creatures club, plus he and Lars are housemates. What kinda relationship do you want them all to have?

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

Julius Aquino

|JULIUS AQUINO|

Name:

Julius "Jules" Aquino

Gender:

Male

Age:

13

Year:

3rd

Blood:

Half-Blood

House:

Tituba

Wand:

Cedar, Dragon Heartstring, Pliable, 11 3/4"

Pet:

None, but has been begging his mom for a dog for years. Or a dragon.

Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures
Muggle Studies
Divination

Clubs:

Magical Creatures Club

Personality:(At least a paragraph)

Jules specializes in back-talking, smack-talking, trouble-making, and heart-breaking (because really, look at those eyes). Already very independent, Jules hates it when people tell him what to do, and even more when they talk down to him. He's rash, and has no tact to him at all, but at least you always know that what you see is what you get with him. Somehow though, people can never stay mad at him when he does something that by all accounts should land him in detention (and often does). Jules still has all the wonder and curiosity of a little boy, and a smile that lights up his face.

Though he's never cared much for things like rules or authority, Jules has high moral standards and empathy, and no patience for cruelty. He's a small, but scrappy kid who isn't afraid to stand up to someone and pick a fight… even when it can only end badly for him. Jules is also very responsible, something that tends to catch most people off guard. He's a dependable sort with a protective streak, who you can go to for almost anything, and he'll have your back. Especially if it means making a little mischief. He loves mischief. In his few years at Salem's, he's already garnered a reputation among teachers and students alike for pulling pranks and being a general disturbance. Jules never means any harm, though (unless it's fight pickin' time) and mostly just does it to make others laugh. He likes spending time with other people and cracking jokes, so he's pretty popular with the other students his age.

He's brave, loyal, curious, and mischievous, but all in all, he's just a kid who's stumbled into magical abilities and wants to have fun with them. What can possibly go wrong.

Likes:

His mom
Animals of all sorts
General tomfoolery

Dislikes:

Rules
Being talked down to
Bullies
His mom being anything but happy

Fears:

Loss
Heights
Uselessness

Biography:

A scrawny punk from Richmond, CA, Jules was born to single mother, Rosa Aquino. Rosa, a squib, immigrated to America from the Philippines when she was still pregnant, and managed to find a shabby apartment in the Bay Area just in time to give birth to him. Though she lacked any talent for magic, she knew that in all likelihood Jules would be a wizard just like his grandpa. So when at three years old, Rosa inexplicably found him sitting on top of the refrigerator – where she'd hidden a toy she'd confiscated from him two days ago – she knew exactly what was going on. On her next day off from work, she took baby Julius to San Francisco's wizarding district and walked him through the allies.

His introduction to the magical world was… a noisy one. He stared, wide-eyed as Rosa walked him into Sybill's Savoring Sweeties, a candy shop. The two of them played with the different treats, some changing color, some moving all on their own. They dissolved into giggles as Jules' wonder and delight. But then as Rosa was distracted talking to Sybill, little Jules picked up a few of the fire-crackers and dropped them on the floor. The ensuing cacophony was something to behold, and he almost lit the store on fire. The two woman did the reasonable thing and freaked out, but Jules just giggled at the spectacle, in awe (it wasn't uncommon to hear gunshots at night in Richmond – Jules had stopped being afraid of loud noises long before magic entered his life).

The knowledge that he was different from the other kids at school, that he had magic, didn't impede his ability to make friends. Instead, it was all the time he spent in time-out. Teachers were quick to brand him a trouble-maker for both his love of pranks and his uncanny ability to start fights with other kids in the play yard every time someone wasn't looking. It didn't matter if Jules was the target, or if it was his friend, or someone he didn't know at all. If someone started doing something that he didn't think was right, he stepped in. Luckily, five year olds can't do much to seriously hurt each other. But still, it landed him in time-out often enough, and poor Rosa got more and more calls about her unruly son. Eventually, enough was enough, and she decided that it was time he got a good lecture – along with a couple of smacks to the head. Jules wasn't exactly cured of his ways, but at least he got better at knowing where the line was drawn – and when it was acceptable to cross it.

As Jules grew older, Rosa started depending on him more and more. She took him to doctor appointments to translate her broken mix of English and Tagalog, had him take official phone calls for her so she wouldn't have to speak, and had him negotiate with their landlord, because she didn't trust her ability to do it well enough. Jules took on more and more responsibility, almost becoming a parent in his own right. His mom worked two jobs and late nights, so he learned to cook and made dinner for her from the few ingredients stocked in their fridge so she'd have something to eat when she got home. As he got taller and more responsible, Rosa seemed to shrink, time and her heavy work load weighing her down.

Leaving for Salem's when Jules was eleven was both the most exciting and most painful thing he'd ever done. He hated leaving his mom. Who was going to talk for her, or make her dinner, or give her a good morning kiss? And Richmond wasn't exactly a safe neighborhood. Even at his young age, he knew that much. But Rosa insisted, saying that they would write each other every week (a tradition they still continue, even today) and that she would be fine. Besides, didn't he want to learn all about magic? He'd learn so many wonderful things, and then during breaks he could come home and they could go into magical San Francisco so Jules could show off and not get in trouble for using underage magic. It'd be the best experience of his life, she promised.