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  1. Adrian Wolfe

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    Professor Wolfe felt a shiver creep up his back as he waited by the dungeon entrance. This place had always set him on edge, even when he was a student himself. Especially when he was a student actually. The dark, musty halls had done their part in scaring a young detention-bound Adrian into better behavior. That was most of the reason he was standing here now. But he did have to admit the area still wasn't his favorite place to be. Terror had given way to mild discomfort, but it was uncomfortable nonetheless. He smiled at a few Slytherins that were heading to their common rooms, but the taps of his foot were enough to show that he was growing impatient. There were a couple of specific students he was waiting for, but he had let the other teachers know that they send their detention earners his way if they so desired. Tonight's task was more than enough for a few sets on extra hands. As for his own attendees... he was pretty sure Axel Walkwood would show. The boy had a mischievous streak, but his antics were usually harmless and he did show a certain dedication to his classes (at least from the flying teacher's perspective). He was definitely the kind of child to earn himself detention, but didn't seem like the kind who would ditch it once it was given. If nothing else he must know the consequences for skipping it would be far greater than any task Professor Wolfe decided to assign. The other student, Aradia Warbeck, was a different story. That girl was a piece of work to say the least. Professor Wolfe tended to be pretty unbiased when it came to his students, actively trying to see the best in each and every one of them. But Ms. Warbeck made that difficult task. He didn't blame the eleven-year-old for her behavior, not entirely. He could only imagine what sort of diamond-encrusted life had lead the young girl to be so spoiled. He hated to take on the role of disciplinarian, much preferring to be "fun teacher" most of his students knew. But it was a part of the job that must be done. Still, he would've preferred it done sooner rather than later. He thought he had come up with a pretty good sentence that not only (loosely) related to their crime and the lesson they should have been learning, but was awful enough to deter any future misbehavior from them. He wasn't a fan of punishment as a concept, but that didn't mean he was no good at it. It wouldn't be quite so poetic for any students another teacher chose to hand over, but with any luck it would still be enough to set them on the right path. He might have to think of something else to add on if they took much longer though. They were already running late.
  2. Adrian Wolfe

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    Adrian found himself in the Leaky Cauldron once again. He hadn't necessarily intended to end up here, but here he was nonetheless. He supposed it was only natural that after a couple years of bar-hopping his mindless walks would lead him to a pub. It had been a while since he'd frequented these places (though every Wizard in London frequented the Leaky Cauldron for one reason or another), but habits were habits and it seemed they were hard to shake. First his chance meeting with the Headmistress at the Three Broomsticks and now this. Was it fate or his own mind that drew him to such places? Well, it didn't really matter at this point. It was break time, and the Headmistress himself had encouraged him to think less about work during the few weeks they had away. The former alcoholic had managed to keep himself sober while school was in session, but nothing said he couldn't have a bit of fun while on vacation. He strode up to the bar with his usual confidence. The man always walked with his back straight and head held high, a stark contrast to the average pub goer. It was also in contrast to his attire, as when he wasn't in his formal Hogwarts garb he had a fondness for the Muggle garment known as "sweatpants." They were comfortable and warm in the frosty January weather, though they did look strange peeking out beneath his formal robes. Adrain's agent was always pestering him about the things he wore - "a celebrity must always be aware" - but he himself cared little about that. It wasn't like his rise and fall hadn't been documented anyway. He was no longer the broken man that appeared at the end of so many documentary specials, but at this point he didn't really understand why he should care. Though the money was admittedly pretty nice. "Beetle Berry, neat." He left a few coins on the counter and settled in to one of the worn old stools. It had certainly been a while, but there was still a certain comfort to this place. Even if people were constantly in and out to Diagon Alley. It was actually not as bad with the holidays having just passed, as people were all shopped out for the most part. He settled down for a peaceful drink.
  3. Dorea Rosier

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    Don't I have errand boys for this? Dorea thought to herself as she stepped out into Diagon Alley. The truth was, she did. She very easily could have sent one of her goons out to grab the supplies she was after. That, however, would have meant another day at the manor doing nothing. The same thing she seemed to do every day lately. There wasn't much to do when the smuggling business ran smoothly and there were no leads on new artifacts. So now she found herself impulsively going out on the town to do her own errands. Regretting that choice on almost every level. Couldn't I have found a more entertaining reason to leave? Oh well, since I'm here... Peering into the windows of the various shops she passed, Dorea strolled along the alleyway. Children, freshly on break from school, were lining up at Florean Fortescue's to get ice cream. Parents shopping left and right, trying to hide the presents they were buying for the rapidly approaching holidays. Teenagers window shopped at every store, trying to break away from both parents and siblings. It was all chaos, and that was oddly soothing to Dorea. She thrived in chaos. Preferred it, actually. She would have to in order to live the kind of life she did.
  4. Alexia Warren

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    Why... why... Why in heavens name did she agree to do this!? Alex paced back and forth behind a large study table, running her hand along a shelf of books. Her nerves were getting the better of her again. Small footsteps hit the floor in a repeating patting. Step. Step. Step. Why? Why? Why? This library had been a place of solace for her during her free time. While some of her more studious peers did frequent the room, they tended to keep to themselves. She had spent many an ideal evening in this library, curled up in a chair with only a good book for company.These books were her friends more so than any fellow student she'd met so far on her Wizarding journey. Everything in them was incredibly fascinating. Well, of course it would be to Muggle-born Alex. Now that she knew magic was real, every word n those tomes opened up new worlds of possibility. And yet... She brushed her hands firmly across her robes, trying desperately to dry the sweat from her palms. Today this place offered none of its usual comfort. Against all forms of judgement, she had agreed to tutor someone here. A certain individual by the name of Axel Walkwood. For the life of her he couldn't remember why she would offer such a thing. Since he had begun sitting next to her in Transfiguration class, Axel and Alex's relationship had not much changed. He would talk, she would mumble. He would blurt out answers (usually wrong), and she would cover her face in embarrassment. She hated Axel Walkwood. At least, she thought she did. She definitely hated the attention he brought in her direction, and there were many times she wished that he would leave her alone. She had to admit though, there was something unique about that boy. Somehow she was unable to say no to him, completely powerless to tear himself away. Maybe it was his laid-back way of steering everything in his direction. Alex was a bit of a dreamer, constantly spacing out during the lecture. And despite her best efforts to focus on the matters at hand, there was always a nagging wonder. What on earth was he thinking about. She had been tempted several times to elbow him in the side. In her mind she would demand that he pay attention, or at the very least quit distracting her with his thinking. A ridiculous thought, she knew, but she wasn't the only one who couldn't help staring at him during class. Something about him was just straight up distracting. The clock struck noon. Where was he? They had agreed on ten 'til... Of course he was late. Not exactly surprising. Or maybe he had forgotten altogether and was out practicing Quidditch with some buddies. Wouldn't that be just wonderful... she could forget about the nerves and the social interaction and just curl up with a book like always. The ideal afternoon. But for some reason, she did not feel hopeful when she thought of this possibility. Only slighted and a bit sad. Surely she hadn't been looking forward to this, had she? No - that was just ridiculous. She was just annoyed that he'd broken their appointment. Where the heck is that boy? {Ravenclaw RP Challenge #6)
  5. Rosalyn Harkiss

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    Rosalyn hadn't gotten out of Hogwarts much. The school year was always busy and a headmistress always had something to do around the castle. During break, however, when the kids were, mostly, home and the classes were on hiatus, Rosalyn had little to do. With her free time she had decided to make her way to Hogsmeade village. The taverns there were always so warm and inviting at this time of year. The smell of fires wafting through the air and all the decorations surrounding the village made it look like something out of a Christmas catalog. With so much festivity, it was begging to be visited and Rosalyn was more than happy to oblige. While she was hardly anonymous--the head of Hogwarts had always been a highly respected position in the community--Rosalyn was more free to move about the village than she was on castle grounds. While on campus, teachers and students often stopped her to chat about events within the school. At Hogsmeade it was usually just a friendly hello, but far fewer attempted to stop her for conversation. She was free to explore and to take things in. Even more, she was able to partake in the festivities! Rosalyn made her way to the Three Broomsticks. It was a pub that had operated in Hogsmeade for as long as she could remember. And though the proprietor was rarely seen these days--being over 100 now--it still kept the same warmth and comfort it had in her youth. Rosalyn breathed in the scent of hot butterbeer and soups cooking over the fire. "Good to be back."
  6. Eris Kerrigan

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    Eris had told her brother that she was going to be around Hogsmeade for a little bit so if he had to find her then she would be pretty easy. However, she was just now starting to get a little cold from the chilly weather As long as she had lived here she hadn't been able to get use to it. For some reason it hurt her bones just a little. He sighed as she walked into the tea shop to grab a hot tea. Something that she knew would help warm her up inside. Her eyes darted around the room trying to find herself a seat. She was finally starting to get warm as she pulled out a book for herself. Something that she had started on just a couple of weeks ago. It was on Astronomy of course. Something that she had been into since she could remember. She let out a little sigh as she heard some loud voice closer to the front and watched in amusement. Some people didn't know how to be in the world today.
  7. Axel Walkwood

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    ADELYNNWILDE ✥ AXEL'S PROFILE Year 1 - September The castle was a magnificent place, unlike anything Axel had ever seen. The tall spires, winding staircases and elaborate paintings were all new to him. Newer still were the floating goblets in the grand hall and the undead that traveled about the room. He hugged his robes a bit closer, though the cold fabric offered little comfort. The young hybrid had been looking forward to this moment since he had received his invitation, but the sheer largeness of this room made him a bit uneasy. He had known that the train was taking him to a new and exciting place, but it hadn’t occurred to him just how new everything would be. Along with the other first-years, Axel had been whisked away to this massive chamber as soon as he had set foot on Hogwarts property. The groundskeeper had offered a few fun facts and explanations on their short trek from there to here, but the boy had been far too overwhelmed to pay attention. Even now it took a booming voice to wrench him from his daze. Oh, you may not think I’m pretty, But don’t judge on what you see, I’ll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There’s nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can’t see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you’ve a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You’ll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don’t be afraid! And don’t get in a flap! You’re in safe hands (though I have none) For I’m a Thinking Cap! The little first year blinked in bewilderment. That voice that had so abruptly caught his attention was coming from a hat! Of course the lyrics should have told him as much, but his natural wit didn’t seem to be kicking in at the moment. Not that it often did. Nobody who got to know him would have figured the boy for a Raven… Raven-who? Slyther-what? It had been explained to the group that each of them would be assigned a house to which they would belong, but again most of that explanation had come during his daydreaming. His father had told him a few things of course. Hogwarts was the best school there was when it came to learning magic, and Axel was going to be a Wizard! Or, he technically already was a Wizard. But he hoped to make himself into a good one. He didn’t seem to be off to a great start with that though, as he tried to make sense of the poem he’d just heard. He managed to tear his eyes away from the singing hat long enough to get a good look at the tables surrounding him. There were four long rows, each packed with children in differing garb. All were wearing black robes like his own, but the scarves, ties, headbands, and other paraphernalia seemed to follow a color code. As he looked out at the crowd the older students stared intensely back at him. Most were looking at all of the first-years really. After all, they must have been wondering who the new additions would be to their groups. Yet any who locked eyes even briefly with Axel was undoubtedly looking specifically at him. He tended to have this effect on people. While many of the students around him shrank or faltered at the sight of the gazing crowd, Axel was far more concerned with unraveling the singing hat’s riddle. Used to the stares as he may be, he had no desire to embarrass himself. And it certainly wouldn’t look good to go up there with no concept of what a Gryffinpuff was supposed to be. What were those traits again? Brave, smart, loyal, clever… “I’m a Hufflepuff for sure…” grumbled a scrawny boy beside Axel. He didn’t appear very happy with his own assumption. “I’m sorry, is that bad?” An opportunity! Surely this person could tell him more about the houses! “Well, yeah.” He muttered. “Everyone knows that’s where they put all the useless ones. Unless you count making friends I guess.” Axel cocked his head to the side. “Doesn’t sound bad to me. I think making friends is a valuable skill. And besides, didn’t that hat say something about being loyal and working hard?” The boy looked at him incredulously, as if to say What, are you stupid? But something changed when the two locked eyes. The skinny student’s defensiveness melted away, and he smiled in response. His features slowly brightened as something in Axel’s demeanor made him want to trust this guy and his positive words. “Hey, maybe you’re right! What house do you think you’ll be in?” If he was being perfectly honest, Axel had no idea. He certainly wasn’t hard-working. Yet then again, he didn’t think of himself as particularly brave either. Nor was he clever and cunning as the hat had described the Slyther-something-or-others. And he definitely wasn’t the studious type. A line of worry crossed his face. What if he belonged in none of them at all? What if he got up there, put on the hat, and it told him to go right back where he came from? Or worse, that he’d have to stay in a lonely dorm all by himself. Axel hadn’t done much self-reflection in his time, and he didn’t really like it much. He was only eleven. Before he could answer, the Sorting Hat caught his attention again. Axel Walkwood! He stepped forward, and all eyes in the room locked onto him. A group of girls whispered at a nearby table, giggling in a very teenage way when he took his place in the spotlight. Axel took a deep breath, then reached up to receive the hat. As it turned out, he needn’t have worried. The rim had barely touched his head when the still booming voice declared it’s immediate decision.
  8. Maeve Johnson

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    It was now winter. The students would be leaving for their holiday soon, and Mae had little to do now that midterm grades had already been recorded. Times like this drove her mad. Mae was one who needed to keep busy, so when she had nothing to do she often found herself falling into her more melancholic moods. For the sake of her sanity, she forced herself to leave the castle and go for a walk. The chill of the wind was fairly typical for a Scottish evening. Mae had grown far too used to them as a student here, now that she was a professor they were almost comforting in a way. That strange comfort that one receives from familiarity of something, even if it isn't pleasant. It caused a slight twitch of a smile to cross her face briefly. It was her sole companion as she started her aimless meandering across the school's grounds. Around her she saw students building snowmen and having snowball fights. Her smile grew as she watched some of her Ravenclaw students attempting to create some form of strategy for what appeared to be an all out snow war between second years of all four houses. The laughter in the air was infectious, and just the remedy she had needed to soothe her melancholia. "Much better."
  9. Alexander Wright

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    Alexander Wright The minister's office was a musty sort of place. Not the disquieting must that brings to mind abandoned warehouses and unread tomes. Rather, it is the kind of musty that comes with a well-used but not so well-kept library. The books strewn about the place only added to this impression. Many were marked up and dog eared, with interesting passages jumping out with neon highlights. The place gave off a quiet sense of chaos. Along with the books, documents and knickknacks cover the furniture save for two chairs. The true nightmare for any janitor though was the fact that these things had no other place to go. The bookshelves and desks were stuffed to the brim, and every item in the room was no doubt important. In the center was a large brown desk, oddly organized compared to everything around it. It sports a simple desk lamp, a quill, and a stationary set. The man behind the desk didn't seem to mind the mess. Alexander Wright, Minister for Magic, had a thousand things to deal with at once. And none of them involved cleaning. His foot tapped rhythmically under the desk as he composed a letter, a half-cocked smile adorning his face. It was Office Hours for him, the time of day when citizens and coworkers could come to him with any questions of concerns they may have. Sometimes an issue would come up and he would have tens of people crowding in to try and talk to him. But most days it was rather dull. The other Ministry Officials knew that Alex was always busy, and tended to only come to him as a last resort. As for the public... things had been oddly quiet lately. It wasn't that the people felt they could not talk to their Minister. More so it seemed there was nothing to talk about. Things had been rather peaceful in the Wizarding World. A good thing, of course, but it did leave Mr. Wright with less company to attend to. Finishing his letter, he wrapped it up and sealed it neatly. One down, twenty to go. He thought a bit miserably. Even in dead times, bureaucracy kept him busy. His blue eyes would occasionally dart toward the door. It would be nice to go out on a walk right now, perhaps pick up a muffin and clear his head. That wasn't an option though. Office hours were office hours, and on the off chance that someone did need to speak with him, he needed to stay in his musty old office. Well, someone could show up today. He hoped they would. Peace and quiet was well and good, but the old man thought he could go for some excitement. Just nothing... too exciting. .fr-credit-link{padding:10px 0;font-size:11px;font-style:italic;} .freetable-e05 p{padding:0px 20px 10px 20px;margin:0px;text-indent:30px;} .freetable-e05 b{color:#C6DAED;} .freetable-e05-b{width:602px;border:1px solid #000000;margin:0px auto;border-radius:6px;-webkit-border-radius:6px;-moz-border-radius:6px;} .freetable-e05-name{font-family:georgia, serif;color:#D3E2F1;text-shadow:#09121A 0px 0px 5px;margin:5px;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:16px;font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:center;padding:0px 25px;} .freetable-e05-ooc{font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:.4px;font-style:italic;} .freetable-e05{background-color:#465B6E;border:1px solid #C6DAED;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:12px;color:#141B21;letter-spacing:.3px;word-spacing:2px;line-height:14px;width:600px;text-align:justify;padding:3px 0px;border-radius:6px;-webkit-border-radius:6px;-moz-border-radius:6px;}

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