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happy new year!! may 2019 be a good one for everyone ^^
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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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Hmm... I'd much rather give it a day before anything is advanced at all, just to make sure everyone has a chance to post and any late character sheets can be thrown in ASAP. As it is, I'll be giving it until this time tomorrow, but feel free to move your characters to the parlour and all that.
Mhm. I'll have the owl fly in as soon as everyone's assembled. For convenience sake.
1st of December, 1999 – Aldenberg Manor
Siobhan MacFusty


The manor's library, grand and perfectly clean though it was, still felt dusty. Just sitting at one of the long benches reminiscent of her school years made her nose itch, and the musty, leather-bound tome of 'Hogwarts: A History' turned every second breath into a wheeze.

Or, it could've been a seasonal cold clogging up her sinuses and making her eyes water. Either way, it didn't lessen her dislike for every inch of Aldenberg Manor. Not all purebloods needed fancy furniture and decadent decorations to show their power, and Siobhan knew that first hand. The expensive, extensive collection of literature was better than Clan MacFusty's had been, no doubt about that, but she would take her old ramshackle mansion any day.

The bookmark, a ribbon of the four House colours, had been placed on the page for Rowena Ravenclaw, presumably by Ronan – perhaps even before Dumbledore had died. Outlined in black ink (and she was sure Albert would throw a fit if he knew) was the founder's diadem and the note beside it read, 'Voldemort has this.'

Something about the Horcruxes, then. Her 'boss' – even though The Ashes operated under a disguise of equality – had informed everyone about them and yet equally kept them a huge secret until they were obtainable. If Siobhan were to guess, it was because of the ominous lack of information on the items, disheartening for the months of work the previous search team had put in before their untimely demise. She closed the book before she could think too much on it, leaving it out on the desk as she turned to walk towards the parlour with perfect timing.

A bell rang, but she didn't need it. Punctuality was key. If McGonagall had been around in her thoughts to hear that, the older witch would've torn her hat off in glee. Siobhan had always been late to her classes, but when it came to meetings about survival, she tended to be a bit more serious. Wandering into the room with a jaunty wave at Ronan, she took a seat next to Kyle, caring very little if it was meant for someone else or not.

“Hey, you,” she greeted cheerfully, adjusting the wand tucked behind her ear.
Legendary birds forever though :C
Nothing compares to them in my heart.
(Except maybe Manaphy.)
Added and fixed some stuff up. Bump!
1st December, 1999 – Aldenberg Manor
Ronan Findley

The sound of rustling papers and a mug being placed down on the desk with a heavy, tired hand was all that escaped the quiet parlour in Aldenberg Manor, the plush chairs all vacant except for one. Ronan's good leg was twitching uncontrollably, in equal parts due to exhaustion and frustration; from one too many all-nighters, pouring over maps of Death Eater mansions but mostly the frightening lack of information on the Dark Lord's activities.

For the past few weeks, all was silent when it came to Voldemort, and that was more worrisome than anything else. Thankfully – which was a rather morbid thing to even think of – the now-vast ranks of his followers were as prolific as ever in their killing and hunting and general evil. Twelve Muggleborns attacked. Five killed. Five sent to Azkaban. The other two...

Well, they'd disappeared. They were beyond the reach of The Ashes, but certainly not the first to vanish – one there, three elsewhere... it was maddening, like a jigsaw puzzle he couldn't fit together. The thought of them itched at the back of his mind, the mystery an almost painful annoyance – not because he was worried for their lives, but the why of it confused him.

After peering out the large window at the sunset, he nodded to himself. While he forced himself to his feet and limped over to the door with the help of his cane, he opened it with a wave of his wand and hollered, “Meeting's starting in five!” to whoever might have been nearby. Everyone else? He hoped they'd get there on time. Ronan slowly made his way back to his seat at the round table, rubbing at his forehead.
Well, here's one I tried to make. (If I'm being honest, I have no idea what I'm doing with Chatzy:)
Here!
Also I won't be able to sit down to write the first IC post for maybe a few hours. Will get that up ASAP
Oh god. That's gonna be excellent xD
I don't think he really needs a rejig, but I'm not going to stop you if you want to. Both Ronan and Luther are half-bloods too, so Albert's different from both of them.
Well, Ronan thinks he's better than Muggles (and there's no doubt in his mind about that) but he was only really openly against them as part of the Death Eaters so he could fit in, not that he had a problem with that. Now he really doesn't care whether they live or die, unless them dying is somehow bad for The Ashes/Magical Britain.

Muggleborns he's iffy with, because his own mother was one and raised him to be tolerant, so while he was with the Dark Lord he tried to avoid going to any of their homes, but he is definitely wary of them. He's been told repeatedly that many of them return to their Muggle families after schooling to tell them everything about the magical world so Ronan has a niggling fear that oh god they're going to cause a war that kills all of the witches and wizards they should be contained. But he needs them to help The Ashes so he's never going to say something like that, and ones like Jia have earned his respect.
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