welcome to hogwarts {closed}

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"the troublemaker"|Rowan Michael King
location = Outside
gender = Male
age = 17
Mood = Angry
Tagged = Rowan C, Monroe, Timothy, Pepper
Quidditch = Beater
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Rowan swallowed at the thought of what the centaurs would do to him if they figured out he was the one who set the fire up. He bit his lip tightly before clutching Pepper's hand softly, looking over at Monroe greatfully. She was way nicer than him, but he would never forget the way she had talked back to him. He hung his head in shame, and breathed out heavily. Biting his lip, he watched as Madam Pomfrey helped Pepper and Monroe, but he didn't say anything. They needed it much more than he did, that was for sure. "Of course Professer Granger." He murmured through clenched teeth, before standing from Pepper's bed and backing up a bit, before resting in his own bed and sighing out heavily. He hadn't been able to sleep in quite a while, some would say he was sleep deprived. But right now, all he wanted to do was sleep. As Monroe walked up to him, he almost thought she was going to kick him or something, but as she wiped blood off he breathed out heavily before giving her a weak glance and looking at anywhere but her. His parents were strict about his house. Too strict, almost like all they cared about was him being a prefect, and he had to be perfect at it as well. He wanted to strangle himself for being so stupid, he was the one who should have gotten the detention, not them. He breathed out heavily, before he shut his eyelids and fell asleep, not even wanting to think about his consequences as he let sleep overwhelm him, also letting the others tend to his injuries.

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house: hufflepuff
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age: seventeen
tags: shaylene ......

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he clapped his hands together at her squeak, entirely pleased with the outcome. it was better than a girl slugging him in the face. not only did his mood go down, but so did his manhood. her response was hecka cooler than some he had gotten before. the blond also felt something...different about her attitude. earlier she was...calm and serious. now the ravenclaw was open and laughing. ah, he loved when his mood could affect others. the smile dropped into a fake frown once he slumped his shoulders. "you hate meeeeee," he whined, sticking his bottom lip out to add greater effect. then came her comment regarding the ball. fun. heyden loved fun. he liked to dance (even if he couldn't) and he loved showing people a good time. the problem? he didn't want to go alone. and judging by shay's attitude, even if she wouldn't admit it, neither did she. so, the hufflepuff slid out from his chair and jumped on the table in front of them. he turned his back to the people signing up, and if footloose did exist to wizards...let's just say the dance was similar. fair warning: heyden was not a good singer. still, he became overly theaterical as he pointed to her and hummed obnoxiously. "lady, from the moment i saw you - sitting all aloooone. you gave all the energy i needed, like a child who has grown. you're my laaaady! of the...." what time was it? he needed the lyrics to match what was happening. "evening? love shines, in your eeeyes. sparkling! clear and lovely; 'cause you're my laaady!" that was enough, right? he sat down on the table in front of shay and wiggled his eyebrows. "other people are just like: ay, wanna go to the ball? but i serenaded you and that's pretty cool. we should totally dance together." he said in a casual tone, looking off into the distance rather...deeply?

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title: prefect
age: seventeen
tags: skylar .................

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antonio led the fellow ravenclaw away from the line and a little off to the tables of the great hall. he held his hand up for a high five, feeling awfully proud of skylar. the girl was usually reserved, quiet, and friendly. this was a big step up for her self confidence and the spaniard had helped with the decision. "what are the chances we'll get picked, anyway? we're good, but i'm proud of you." he gave the same killer smile he gave most girls. maybe they liked it so much because his eyes grew warm? or was it his dazzling white teeth? either way, the smile was needed especially in a moment as big as this. skylar broke from her shell - truly amazing.

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Madam Pomfrey hurried back in with a bowl of cool water, some cloth, cream and bandages. She placed them on the side and looked at the Slytherin boy. "My dear, you should lay down too. You look exhausted." She said softly as she wrapped a cool cloth around Pepper's burnt arm and on her forehead too. She then made her way over to Monroe to examine her injuries also. Listening to the Proffessor issue out detentions and deducting house points, Madam Pomfrey sighed. She had to agree with Monroe it was a tad harsh. "Proffesor, if I may ask you to exit the room. I need to attend the wounds." She asked softly.

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felicity abanon meyers
"thanks" felicity replied, smiling as well. she wished that they could sit together, but unfortunately they did have to go their separate ways. before sitting down to eat, she headed down to the front of the table, where a small group of students were lined up to put their names in for the tournament. quickly, she grabbed a piece of paper herself, and wrote her name down in thin cursive letters. as she waited for her turn, she folded the parchment into a small paper flower, which was finished by the time she made it to the front. 'here goes' she thought, as she watched the paper flower fall into the flickering blue flames. with that she headed over to the gryffindor table, and helped herself to a large serving of baked chicken and mashed potatoes.

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Professor Granger

The professor turned and looked at Monroe when she put in her two cents. Hermione moved and stood right in front of her bending down so she was looking into her eyes. "Not only did you set fire to a protected environment which is a felony. You killed someone, you burned him alive. As far as we know he is the only one you killed but you burnt a quarter of the forest. You are very lucky that Minister Potter is so kind because he could break your wands for this. I am being generous you should be thanking me. You are running on very thin ice right now young lady. One more wrong step and you will be expelled. Do I make myself clear?" She didnt yell or raise her voice, it was steady and ice cold. Hermione stood and looked at Poppy. "I want them all down at my office when this is over. The Head Mistress will be down her as soon as she is done announcing who the competitors are."

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Shaylene Carter
• Female • 16 • Slytherin • Flustered/Giddy • Great Hall • Tagged:Heyden •

Shaylene chuckled and rolled her eyes at the boys over dramatic pouting and she watched him as he seemed to sit up a bit straighter, almost as if his thoughts went someone deeply for a moment before he began talking about fun and the dance and suddenly. Oh god Shaylene was blushing as he jumped up on the table. What was he doing? Oh no he's dancing. And singing. Her cheeks went red and she brought a hand up as he continued his little singing and she could definitely feel eyes on her and she bit her lip behind her hand and once he had finished and told her they should dance together she smiled widely, dropping her hand and folding her arms over her chest. "Well if you serenading me is your way of asking me to go with you to the ball, then," she paused, holding her hands up at her chin, looking off into space and making it seem like she was thinking really really hard. She had probably been about a minute in a half before she smiled."then I say yes." She grinned. "Now get off the table you nut." she chuckled, cheeks still flushed but she was grinning.

Timothy Lane
• Male • 17 • Hufflepuff • A bit giddy • Corridor • Tagged:Rowan C • Keeper •

Timothy smiled at her words. Gryffindor was pretty tough, she had that much right but his eyes glistened with a bit of a challenge and he grinned before he felt her thumb against his cheek. His features went a bit soft and his cheeks dusted pink though he really really hoped she wouldn't notice. 'Good Lord Timothy, do you want her to know you like her?'. He looked over towards the Great Hall and he nodded a bit. "I'll be fine without a doctor for now." he waved the thought away. "Of course if we're putting our names in we better get a hustle on it." he murmured, leaning into the wall as he walked, holding onto it, not knowing if it would be acceptable for him to hold onto her, he'd prefer her grab him if anything like that was gonna happen. He continued along the wall a few feet though the room began spinning again and he mumbled something softly under his breath in Russian, looking over at her a bit sheepishly. "Ah.. sorry, I was really bored one summer and I spoke only in Russian.. The whole time so sometimes.." he paused, leaning against the wall a bit more. "Sometimes when I'm a bit out of it, I'll slip into the language." he shrugged his shoulders though he hissed a bit at the burn and the way the robes rubbed at the burn.

Atticus Crowley
• Male • 18 • Slytherin • Content • Great Hall • Tagged:Phyllis & Skylar?(kinda) • Beater •

Atticus chuckled at her remark of Hufflepuff winning and he let out a small huffed chuckle. "Dunno, I'm pretty skilled." he grinned, his eyes finding the girls face and he watched her walk over to the rolls that were on the table and he listened to her question. The question brought on quite the amount of thoughts and it took him a moment before he thought of a good enough answer. "I dunno. I'm pretty much by myself now. More of a lone wolf. But I have friends, just very few that I actually enjoy the company of." he murmured. He idly thought back to Skylar, thinking of her pulled a soft resigned sigh from his lips. She was so beautiful, sweet and shy and yet she was wandering around with that, that Antonio. He felt angrier just at the thought. He let his eyes flicker back to Phyllis a moment before he nodded to her. "I think I'm gonna head off to study for History before it gets too late. It was nice talking to you." he murmured. He looked over to where the Ravenclaw girl was, looking over her a bit longingly before he shook himself and exited the room.

Clark Potts
• Male • 17 • Gryffindor • A mix of feelings • Great Hall->Infirmary • Tagged:Rowan K & Monroe • Beater •

Clark had at some point left his table and he was wandering down the hallways when he suddenly heard shouting. He watched as a tree was suddenly caught on fire, it falling and crashing around a few other people. His eyes widened and he had run off to go get a teacher. When he came back with Professor Granger on his heels he found some of them in the infirmary. He had his hands on his knees and he was breathing a bit heavier. Flying on a broomstick he could do for hours without tiring, running? Not so much. He winced slightly at the loss of the points and he looked up, noticing Monroe was pretty burnt and Rowan K looked pretty distraught over the girl laying in the bed. He bit his lip softly, standing to the side and he looked over at Monroe again, hoping that she wasn't too badly hurt, though most of the injuries seemed pretty bad. Once the teacher left he let out a small sigh. "I'm sorry that you guys lost points like that.." he mumbled. "I just was worried when i saw the fire.." he explained though his voice was a bit quiet and he was shaking quite a bit. "Are you guys all okay?" he asked, though he mostly looked to Monroe, lingering a bit awkwardly next to the bed.

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sitting on the table was especially tiresome, or rather his knees were growing weak. he never worried about what a girl would say. any of them would have said yes and he's probably never show. hey, sleep was important to the hufflepuff. if they were going to be out of their common area, then sleeping became a priority. however, he had just jumped on a table, danced like an idiot, then sang. his voice...was nice to listen to. when he went about singing? no. there are no words to describe hoe awful he sounded. so, even if people would be out in the ball, he had to be there too. once she finally replied, he laughed and clicked his tongue, wiggling his eyebrows once more. "whatever you want, shay." he winked, scooting off the table and back into the seat next to the ravenclaw. "we'll be the best dance pair there!" he promised loudly, the smile still planted firmly on his face.

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Lincoln brushed some of her lovely white hair aside. He watched as she leaned forward her face only inches from his. He felt his heart pound in his chest and his skin grew hot. He leaned a little closer resting his forehead against her; his arms moved to support her by wrapping around her waist. He could feel her breath against his skin and the urge to kiss her grew deeper and deeper until he just couldn't take it. Lincoln closed the small gap between them as he lay his lips against her in a soft kiss

Madam Pomfrey nodded to Hermione before turning back to the girls. She gently wrapped another cloth round Monroe's burns and whent to check Rowan. "Now, drink this and you should feel better." She said handing him some pumpkin juice. She cleaned his cut and headed over to the girls once more. She removed the cloth from Pepper's arm and sighed. "This burn is bad. Almost a high second degree but it should fully heal with in a week or so. She won't have any scarring." She announched to herself aloud. Gently placing some cream over the burn, Poppy then took a bandage and covered it wrapping a sling round her. "Make sure that when she wakes, she doent put any pressure on the healing arm." She told Rowan as she took the cloth from her forehead. "She should also wake up shortly just a small blow to the head. She'll be fine though." She added befrore making her way to Monroe.

Pepper gradually began to awaken from her slumber groaning in pain and confusion. Her eyes slowly opened as she tried to focus on where she was and what had happened. "W-where a-am I?" She mumbled a bit dazzed. She went to move her injured had but couldn't instead she winched and cringed from the pain. Slowly her head turned to the side to see the Hufflepuff girl from the forest. She blinked a few times and then looked round soon realizing she was in the infirmary. "Wh-what? What am I d-doing here?" She said still a little confused. Her eyes widened as she began to remember "Rowan?" She gasped sitting up once again cringing from the sudden surge of pain eminating from her burnt arm. Her face was still red hot but was gradually going down. Seeing a glass of pumpkin juice beside her, Pepper used her good hand to pick it up and drink it as her throat was very sore and dry.

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Skylar gave a nod. "Come on they are going to announce the competitors." She toke Antonio's hand and dragged him back to the table. She felt like she was going to be sick. {first part of her post}

The Head Mistress

The now silver haired witch stood and tapped on her goblet and the Dinning Hall was soon quiet. "Good evening! It is my pleasure to now announce the competitors for the Founders Tournament!" Excited whispers quickly started but another tap of her goblet and they were silence. The witch toke the goblet and it spit out two pieces of green paper. " For Slytherin.... Atticus Crowley and Pepper Labonair!" Cheers erupted from the Slytherin table but neither snake was seen. "Someone please go retrieve Ms. Labonair and Mr. Crowley. We will continue." The goblet then shot out two pieces of red paper. "For Gryffindor.... Rowan Clark and Felicity Meyers! Please come join me ladies." It was now the Gyrffindor's turn to cheer. Next two yellow pieces of paper shot out. "For Hufflepuff... Phyllis Monroe and Timothy Lane! Please come stand up here darlings." The yellow table cheered and clapped their competitors on the back. Finally and slowly two pieces of navy paper shot out from the goblet. "And Finally for Ravenclaw... Antonious Verdex and..... Skylar Dakota! Please will all of our competitors come join me! Everyone a toast to them!"

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Skylar sat not listening until her house had been called. There had to have been tons of Ravenclaws that joined right? Antonio was right she was probably over reacting. When his name got pulled she felt the vomit at the back of her throat. Her face went pale and she bit her lip until she tasted blood. When her name was called her heart stopped. Her fellow house mates pushed her up and she was soon standing all eyes on her. This wasnt happening was it.... Slowly Skylar went to the front looking out at the rest of the Dinning Hall, her face white and filled with fear. This wasnt suppose to happen.

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he sat at the ravenclaw table, his body next to skylar's. from what he had been told upon sitting, there had been loads of them who entered. he was greeted with comments, smiles, and questions. after all, the spaniard was a prefect and his housemates looked up to him. he shushed his table as they begun to announce. wait...atticus? he hoped whoever got called from the ravenclaw table would show no mercy. what a disgusting person. atticus? they probably needed him to make sure everyone would win. once his own name was called, antonio blinked. wait, what? why? the odds were impossible. this definitely wasn't luck - this couldn't happen. still, his friends pushed and urged him to take his rightful place up there. he needed to look on the good side. this would help him with the ladies. well...like he needed any help. he walked behind skylar, turning around to glance at the audience. great. great. great. now he needed a date to the ball - absolutely fantastic. he stood to the side of the head mistress, yearning for himself to calm down. there were pros to this. um, yeah, probably none - what a pain.