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happy new year!! may 2019 be a good one for everyone ^^
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blizzcon always makes me want a warcraft rp
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Lord Wraith earned his type today.
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and so the community, united by one man's war against them, returns to warring against itself
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Accepted, finish it at your leisure (and tell me of any changes, plx).
I deal only in souls.
We're allowed more than one character? Welp, I guess I know what my night's going to be spend doing. I love making character sheets :3
Aaah. I'm going to university next year for English Lit so I'm just preparing myself for future unemployment.
(Or Starbucks).
(Or Starbucks).
I think they still wore uniforms in OoTP movie too, if I remember correctly. And in one of the books Malfoy docked points for someone having an untucked shirt. But yeah there's evidence for both ways.
Ehehehe nice save, Legion :D
Ehehehe nice save, Legion :D
The Great Hall
Anthony Stuart
When Scruffy David opened his mouth, Anthony's first thought was, 'Merlin, why are you talking to me? Why are you talking to me.' His immediate loathing for the boy he hadn't ever talked to in his life wasn't bigotry, though he instantly doubted his blood heritage as no pureblood he knew would ever dress so slovenly. The true reason eluded him, so he settled on an inherent distaste for sloppiness despite it not quite feeling right.
“Hagrid is having a mixed Care of Magical Creatures class today,” Anthony ended up saying, feeling ever-so-slightly bad about his uncontrollably mean thoughts when David seemed honestly confused. “I think it's open to all years?”
That's it, Anthony, he congratulated himself internally. Not a single word about his apparel. Good job.
Anthony Stuart
When Scruffy David opened his mouth, Anthony's first thought was, 'Merlin, why are you talking to me? Why are you talking to me.' His immediate loathing for the boy he hadn't ever talked to in his life wasn't bigotry, though he instantly doubted his blood heritage as no pureblood he knew would ever dress so slovenly. The true reason eluded him, so he settled on an inherent distaste for sloppiness despite it not quite feeling right.
“Hagrid is having a mixed Care of Magical Creatures class today,” Anthony ended up saying, feeling ever-so-slightly bad about his uncontrollably mean thoughts when David seemed honestly confused. “I think it's open to all years?”
That's it, Anthony, he congratulated himself internally. Not a single word about his apparel. Good job.
All/most of the pictures of Hogwarts uniforms have a plain black robe over a normal-ish school uniform, which kinda makes sense in a modern setting (and it looks nicer). Plus, it's the way the movies present it too.
At least that's my view on it.
At least that's my view on it.
Slytherin 5th Year Boys' Dorm
6:39 AM
Anthony Stuart
Anthony scowled into the mirror in the bathroom as he carefully untangled his long, girly blonde hair. He could have and should have cut it years ago, but every time he visited his mother she commented on how handsome and fetching it was for a pureblood of his caliber to have such a style and put him off the idea. Still, when he was forced to wake up at half past five in the morning just to have enough time to deal with it and even then having the occasional 'off-day', like today, where it was just unmanageable...
The first lesson had to be Care of Magical Creatures, too. Merlin, life must hate him.
Putting down his silver hairbrush (an antique!), he tapped his wand on the back of his head to bring his hair into a neat ponytail and sighed at the sudden loss of a reason to complain. Straightening his tie, smoothing down his vest and tucking a few errant blonde locks behind his ear, he wandered outside, picking up his satchel off his bed on the way there.
An irritated grumble sounded out from one of his roommates. “'Bout time, Stuart.”
Acting as if he ignored it, his eyebrows twitched as if they were about to furrow together – if he wasn't already later than usual he would have turned around and jinxed the other teenager's legs together or something equally infuriating. As it was, he headed down to the Great Hall gnawing on his lip, a better alternative to pouting.
Just as he thought there was nothing he could face that could possibly put him in a worse mood, he caught sight of the Slytherin table. Like the icing on an awful, awful cake, one of the few students – a sixth year, if he remembered correctly – looked like a scruffy waste of space with unruly hair and wearing a t-shirt of all things. A shame on Slytherin's name, or something to that effect. Sitting down opposite the boy whose name he thought might be David, he managed a pained smile at him then pointedly looked down at his own plate to avoid glaring.
Actually saying anything would be impolite, after all.
6:39 AM
Anthony Stuart
Anthony scowled into the mirror in the bathroom as he carefully untangled his long, girly blonde hair. He could have and should have cut it years ago, but every time he visited his mother she commented on how handsome and fetching it was for a pureblood of his caliber to have such a style and put him off the idea. Still, when he was forced to wake up at half past five in the morning just to have enough time to deal with it and even then having the occasional 'off-day', like today, where it was just unmanageable...
The first lesson had to be Care of Magical Creatures, too. Merlin, life must hate him.
Putting down his silver hairbrush (an antique!), he tapped his wand on the back of his head to bring his hair into a neat ponytail and sighed at the sudden loss of a reason to complain. Straightening his tie, smoothing down his vest and tucking a few errant blonde locks behind his ear, he wandered outside, picking up his satchel off his bed on the way there.
An irritated grumble sounded out from one of his roommates. “'Bout time, Stuart.”
Acting as if he ignored it, his eyebrows twitched as if they were about to furrow together – if he wasn't already later than usual he would have turned around and jinxed the other teenager's legs together or something equally infuriating. As it was, he headed down to the Great Hall gnawing on his lip, a better alternative to pouting.
Just as he thought there was nothing he could face that could possibly put him in a worse mood, he caught sight of the Slytherin table. Like the icing on an awful, awful cake, one of the few students – a sixth year, if he remembered correctly – looked like a scruffy waste of space with unruly hair and wearing a t-shirt of all things. A shame on Slytherin's name, or something to that effect. Sitting down opposite the boy whose name he thought might be David, he managed a pained smile at him then pointedly looked down at his own plate to avoid glaring.
Actually saying anything would be impolite, after all.
Siobhan, in the process of nestling into the very corner of the seat and crossing her legs, shook her head. “We're a mixed bunch,” she said, beginning to count on her fingers, “My dad was a Gryffindor, and my mum was a Ravenclaw from a family of Slytherins... Jamie, my oldest brother was a Ravenclaw–“
She paused for a moment, thinking of her brother's obvious dislike of her family's heritage, their dragon reserve – it wasn't impressive or prestigious enough for him. Jamie was like Alistair in that regard, always looking for something better, more worthy of his time. It made her heart ache; she loved them, but she also loved the scaled, winged companions that she helped to care for. Maybe it was a sign she wouldn't get into Slytherin as she planned.
Siobhan shook her head, continuing. “Erin and Gayle, my sisters – twins – were in Hufflepuff and Jimmy was a Gryffindor while they were there. Alistair's the only one to be in Slytherin,” she finished proudly. She was closest in age to Alistair and in their lonely homestead there were few other children to play with on a regular basis. She just had to be in his house. “Of course, I want to join him but I'm worried about it... I'd probably have a better chance if all of my family were in Slytherin.”
She grinned at Kyle, reaching down to pat her Kneazle that had clambered stealthily onto her skirt at some point without her noticing. “I'm going to guess that you'll get into Slytherin no problem whatsoever. Alistair tells me getting the Sorting Hat to pick it for you is all about how pure your blood is and how much you want it.”
With that, she looked out of the window, unable to see her father on the platform from her seat but it was packed full of adult witches and wizards crowding alongside the train. “I think the train might be setting off soon. This is wicked.”
She paused for a moment, thinking of her brother's obvious dislike of her family's heritage, their dragon reserve – it wasn't impressive or prestigious enough for him. Jamie was like Alistair in that regard, always looking for something better, more worthy of his time. It made her heart ache; she loved them, but she also loved the scaled, winged companions that she helped to care for. Maybe it was a sign she wouldn't get into Slytherin as she planned.
Siobhan shook her head, continuing. “Erin and Gayle, my sisters – twins – were in Hufflepuff and Jimmy was a Gryffindor while they were there. Alistair's the only one to be in Slytherin,” she finished proudly. She was closest in age to Alistair and in their lonely homestead there were few other children to play with on a regular basis. She just had to be in his house. “Of course, I want to join him but I'm worried about it... I'd probably have a better chance if all of my family were in Slytherin.”
She grinned at Kyle, reaching down to pat her Kneazle that had clambered stealthily onto her skirt at some point without her noticing. “I'm going to guess that you'll get into Slytherin no problem whatsoever. Alistair tells me getting the Sorting Hat to pick it for you is all about how pure your blood is and how much you want it.”
With that, she looked out of the window, unable to see her father on the platform from her seat but it was packed full of adult witches and wizards crowding alongside the train. “I think the train might be setting off soon. This is wicked.”
I'm not a slavedriver! I do get that people have lives, so as long as you can post every 3 or 4 days I'm fine with that :D
Also jobs in IT sound like heaven.
Also jobs in IT sound like heaven.
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