☽ hogwarts. ☾

[romeo.]

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you might belong in gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart,
their daring, nerve, and chivalry set gryffindors apart; you migh
t belong in hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, those pati
ent hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil; or yet in wise old r
avenclaw, if you've a ready mind, where those of wit and learni
ng will always find their kind; or perhaps in slytherin you'll mak
e your real friends, those cunning folks use any means to achiev
e their ends. hogwarts waits for you expectantly, where another
year of magic, silliness, and adventures are surely in the cards.

it's time to come home.

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[romeo.]

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a good ole fashioned run of the mill hogwarts rp! this takes place after the battle of hogwarts in present day,
and follows two students from each house as they navigate their lives in the wizarding world. this roleplay is
very open concept, so any and all plot twists are welcome! you want your character to nearly die in a quiddit
ch match and gather their friends to find out who the punk that hexed them was? go for it. a juicy cross-hous
e romance à la romeo and juliet? i'm about it. all the girls decide to start studying dark magic in secret to obt
ain forbidden knowledge they feel they have a right to know? yes. the only limit is your imagination (and no r
esurrecting voldemort. sorry.), so have fun with it! what's halloween without a good hogwarts rp, am i right?

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[romeo.]

☽. pm me to reserve a character. all students should be at least fourth ye
ars, and can be any gender and sexuality. add some interesting personali
ties to the mix! if there are lots of quiet characters, make a loudmouth!

☽. this rp is relaxed lit+, meaning just do what's fun. if you wanna write a
book, do it. if you only wanna write a paragraph, cool. just write quality. b
ecause roles are limited i'll be picky with who i accept. it's not personal c:

☽. okay real talk. have fun. seriously. have fun. go wild with twists and d
rama and character development. nothing is too far fetched. if things fe
eel dull, it's your responsibility to liven it up! i've given you total creativ
e freedom and i fully expect you to take advantage of that!

☽. forms in the discussion thread my witchy darlings

[romeo.]

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i. maya • ♀ • pocky
ii. booker • ♂ • atomic

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i. wesley • ♂ • nona
ii. name • ♂ • psy

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i. lindsay • ♀ • sev
ii. cassius • ♂ • noir

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i. avery • ♂ • sick
ii. scarlett • ♀ • buck

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[romeo.]

[romeo.]

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( location; hogwarts express ) ( house; hufflepuff ) ( mood; rushed ) ( tags; maya )

⊱ "Luke if you don't get your scrawny butt in gear I swear to Merlin I'll rip you a new one." Harlan, the third eldest Lockleare boy, a sprouting seventh year Ravenclaw, hissed over his shoulder at his littlest brother. Harlan always was the charmer of the family.

Luke, who was only a tender twelve years old, spat back with a practiced venom that sent a chill up Wesley's spine. "I'd just like to see you try, you oaf." How characteristically Slytherin of him.

Harlan was a bulking mass of lean, qudditch beater muscle with a wave of auburn curls and wire rimmed glasses perched across the bridge of a broken nose: purple and yellow and green and bandage. Luke was all of four foot nine and didn't weigh ninety pounds soaking wet━his whole face was big grey eyes and a smattering of dark freckles. Wesley walked between them━Harlan at his front, Luke trailing at his back━and could be described as, in order of appearance:

» A flop of fluffy brown hair
» Ears that stuck out too far
» Sunburned cheeks
» Shoulders too wide for the rest of his wiry frame
» A sweater in buttery Hufflepuff yellow two sizes too big
» Mrs. Lockleare got it for him back in fourth year in the hopes he'd grow into it
» A push-cart full of trunks and two owl cages
» A rucksack, and his three leather observation journals that were looking worse for wear

All three of them were running dangerously late. Harlan blamed Luke, Luke blamed Wesley. Wesley did spend an extra fifteen minutes digging for his only good pair of shoes, but it was Luke who made them stop and go back to get his stash of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes he'd been hoarding all summer. Luke lied and told them he'd left his wand, and Harlan, always the perfectionist, turned a lovely shade of tomato when he saw what they'd really gone back for.

It was typical for the boys to escort themselves to the station unattended. It was too much to ask either of their parents to step away and see them off, although their father always insisted. He would grab his coat, scarf, and hat and be waiting for them in the doorway in only those dressings and his underwear. Mrs. Lockleare would appear just in time to send him to the kitchen and to kiss her boys goodbye. Mr. Lockleare was once an auror, although nobody of particular note. Things took a bad turn for him eighteen years prior, and now he spent most of his time at home with his books making annual trips to St. Mungo's. All things considered, he was still a spirited man albeit a very different man. Wesley expected to hear from him within a few days.

The trio were now scuffling across King's Cross Station straight through Platform 9¾, which was frighteningly barren aside from a beet-faced porter who was hurrying along with them trying to get the stragglers on board. Wesley made no argument when the porter ripped the cart from his hands and started lobbing their things onto the stoop just inside one of the passenger doors. the Hogwarts Express let out a long, whining roll of steam as Harlan grabbed Luke by the waist and tossed him (a tad aggressively) over their trunks and into the train car. Harlan followed next, and lastly Wesley with a breathless thank you to the porter who now had quite a bit of sweat running down his forehead. With bags in tow and respective owls horribly distraught, the brothers parted ways without so much as a kind farewell or a once over to make sure everyone made it on in one piece. They'd all get along better when they were spending less time together anyhow.

In mere moments the train was moving forward with a jolt. Wesley had to catch himself on a convenient door handle, and when he found his footing he shouldered his rucksack, stuck his journals under his arms, and grabbed his trunk.

Looking wholly ridiculous, he peered into one compartment window after the other, searching for the familiar head of red, red hair. After getting flipped the bird from a gaggle of Gryffindors and being thoroughly judged by a mix of Slytherins and Ravenclaws, he found her at last. As he worked the compartment door open with his foot the sleeve of his sweater caught on the door handle, yanking him sideways and sending his belongings tumbling straight in the direction of Maya.

"Sorry!" he squeaked, trying and failing to save her from the avalanche of stuff, "Sorry, sorry!"

[Shirona]

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Female | 17 | Chaser | Parselmouth | Noctem the Cat | Platform 9 3/4

A sigh escaped her lips as she stood waiting for the Hogwarts Express to arrive. Another school year was dawning on the train station. Her parents had already left her and said their goodbyes. They always arrived early to Kings Cross Station, it generally worked well to avoid large crowds of people with eyes that turned cold when they looked upon them. Lindsay lived in a vast sea of ice, the ocean constantly rolled on with its waves of isolation. She was still dressed in her muggle clothes with her hair down. Her clothes consisted of modest caramel heeled boots, black tights, and a wavy black skirt ending above her knees. Under a dark violet overcoat she wore a silver sweater with a basic leaf pattern. The deep plum coat reached just over her waist and was lined with soft warm fabric. Lindsay wore the hood down and her head up.

The platform was mostly empty at this early hour. All of her belongs were stacked neatly beside her. Noctem was sleeping in her cat carrier on the top of the trunk. She was patient as the waiting continued for the famed Hogwarts Express to move into the designated area. Lindsay was grateful for the lack of students, and the few that were there had already stolen their glances in her direction. Her parents offered to stay and wait for the train with her, like they did every year but she refused. It would not do any good for all three of them to be there. Enough hatred was already accumulating amidst the rest of the wizarding world. The Battle of Hogwarts was still fresh wounds to some, and scars that would never fade for others. It had been eighteen years since the day the school was attacked and several died. Lindsay could never forget, and she had not even been alive. It was not possible for her to not remember what she had never experienced.

Cruelty was not a foreign concept to her, she found it on a daily basis. The students of Hogwarts had seemingly made it their sworn duty to uphold the long standing traditions associated with Salazar Slytherin and his wrongful successors. Lindsay had never supported the hatred and alienation of muggles, the shaming of muggle borns and the so called 'blood traiters'. She wished for the prejudice to just stop. Yet, she knew that after this final year at Hogwarts nothing would change. Six previous years had shown her that- no companions, no fellowship, no partners, no relations, no friends... none to call her own. Even the staff had ceased forcing other students to be paired with her for activities and classwork. The professors had tried to talk with her about it, futile efforts to repair what was highly damaged. But she told them it was fine. There were no distractions for her schooling this way.

Another sigh. And her eyes slipped down to look the ground below.

Naturally her summers had been spent preparing for the school year with extensive hours of studying. When she was not pouring over her educational work Lindsay had been on her Firebolt practicing for Quidditch. Previously she had a Nimbus 2001 (which she had purchased with her own money) but this year her parents thought to buy her a new broomstick. The position of Chaser on the Slytherin House team was not something she took for granted. Her skills were undeniable, when practically all students spent their summers relaxing and blissful ease she maintained a busy schedule. Other students would invite their friends over and have parties for social gatherings, except for Lindsay.

A faint whistle sounded. Her eyes peered upwards, her mental recollections silenced. Far off in the distance she could hear the whistle from a train. It would not be long of a wait now for the Hogwarts Express to pull into the station. Then she would have the opportunity to load her luggage and choose her own compartment. No one ever sat with her or joined in company. Lindsay longed for the moment when she would be able to great her beloved professors, they were the only ones who spoke to her with legitimate reasons. Younger students would come up and ask her things about keeping dangerous beasts inside the school, and if she had plots to kill all the blood traitors. She never answered them, usually a stern glare was enough to turn them away. If no then the slightest movement towards her wand sent them fleeing.

The Hogwarts Express churned its wheels and came to a resting halt. She gathered her belongings and loaded them away in the storage compartments. Onto the seating carts Lindsay brought her carry on items such as her bag and cat carrier. Once inside she selected a suitable spot and shut the door behind her. The window curtains were left open and she let Noctem out of the carrier. The black feline stretched and walked around. All that was left for Lindsay to do was to wait.

[Aᴛᴏᴍɪᴄ.]

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[age: eighteen // house: gryffindor, 7th yr] - [location: on the train] - [tags: cassius]
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This was the first time he'd had to deal with the stress and havoc of getting to Kings Cross by himself. While his energetic mother was rushing around in an attempt to beat him into shape for the upcoming year, he'd been staring at his wand in a noncommittal manner for the better part of an hour. That's how his morning had started. But when his dad barked and pulled him aside to remind him that he wasn't the only one dealing with a certain family member's more recent than not death, Booker didn't say anything as he hopped into the muggle car. Muggles. They were weird, man. Then they were in the actual station and he was running headfirst into the pillar between platforms nine and ten. His eyes widened at the activity he should have been used to by now. But he wasn't really used to anything, anymore. Every second of it was new to him, and he had absolutely no idea what he was doing with himself. He wasn't one of those students that excelled at any particular subject at Hogwarts. He barely excelled at waking up in the morning and putting on clothes. It was an accomplishment if he did anything other than read a stupid schoolbook. In fact, reading was the only reason he was able to pass the classes like he did. Unaware of what the heck was happening, his mother pulled him aside and into a bear-sized hug. Oh no. No. Physical contact. No. He breathed out a sigh in relief when she finally let him go, only to stare at him with big red eyes. Bloody hell, are you already crying woman? Get over him.

It was excellent advice and people were actually having the guts to ask him how he was dealing so well. Was he dealing well? He didn't really have an answer since he wouldn't dare waste time thinking of an answer. Daniel had been his brother and even if they never really saw eye to eye, they were undoubtedly best friends. Or, at least Dan had been Booker's best friend. He wasn't rolling around in babes or guys just as much as he wasn't rolling around in friends. In other words, Booker was a one man rodeo when he wasn't leeching off the company Dan's multitudes of friends offered. It wasn't like Booker lived his life to declare how lonely and pathetic he was. Booker just was... lonely and pathetic. He'd been called cool before, but he had absolutely no idea what made him cool. Maybe sneaking firewhisky and other consumable items that were more or less frowned upon made him one of the "cool" kids. He had an easy way of talking to people, but it was only because he didn't know how to put any sort of energy into his words. He hardly cared about impressing others or fitting in with his house. Case in point, he was currently looking for somebody that you would least expect to be Booker's friend - maybe best friend now.

He felt bad for not writing Cassius at all over the summer, but trying to get Booker to talk to you when he was determined to be a social recluse, was close to impossible. He sort of went a little haywire over the summer, developing a load of peculiar habits and twitches. At least his stutter was gone. He'd hated that stutter with a passion and it only made him sink further into Danny's shadow whenever he caused a panic during charms due to a mispronounced spell. He'd grown into his own skin over the summer, his eyes still popping out of his head like a sore thumb. He and Daniel hadn't been identical twins, and that was easy to tell. Daniel had been what any guy wishes he could look like. Booker was anything but. His cheeks were always red and patchy. His hair was an absolute catastrophe of curls and mayhem. No matter what he wore, he had a way of looking like he'd got his clothes out of the garbage. But it was mainly his eyes. You don't know how many times people had asked him if he was okay, even before his brother had died in a fiend fyre accident. He had two settings for first impressions: high out of his mind, or getting over his brother's death and, apparently, a perpetual sob. One, Booker didn't cry. Two, if he was high - he wouldn't be running around in public for you to assume he was. He was classy enough to do it in the privacy of a dark alley or his bedroom. But bloodshot eyes were Booker's curse. No, he was anything but his younger twin.

"Cassa-bloody-frass, where the hell are you, mate?" He hopped onto the train after finally getting away from his doting mother. One quick look back, and Booker frowned at the sight of the woman sobbing into his dad's shoulder. Get over him, mum. It took a long while for the boy with awful posture to slip through the people like the shadow he'd been for six years. And he slipped through until he found the Slytherin in question. How would be a good way to say hi? Maybe he could do his best Daniel impression and call Cassius a man-whore. No. No, Booker would never be able to pull that off. It was far too nice for somebody like him. However, he pushed himself into the compartment where he saw that cocky son of b**** Slytherin. His form of greeting was simple, and he hoped that Cassius would be able to really feel the amount of emotion he could possibly give as he flipped him the bird. "Hello Cassius. Sorry I didn't really write over the summer. Sorry. I needed to get that off my chest. You look good, not that you really need me to tell you that. Oh, man. Mate, say something - I didn't magically learn how to use my obnoxious gift of gab over the summer. I still suck at talking." He sighed and there was no actual hint that anything was off about him. He was just as awkward as always and just as much of a loser's echo as he shoved his luggage on the wrack. Their owl, Hearst, had died in the same fire that Daniel had, and Booker had never really considered that getting a new pet had been an option. He collapsed into the seat opposite Cass and proceeded in having the most epic stare-off he'd had with another living human in months. Oh, and his middle finger finally relaxed. It was the effort Booker put into his affectionate gestures that really made him warm the hearts of thousands.

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"You will write to her, wont you son?" a hoarse, if slightly concerned, voice picked up amongst the crowded muggle platform. A man, dressed mainly in black, suited with a large, heavy wool-like coat stood stiff as a beam, aged in the face with a well grown and kept beard who had turned towards a younger individual. They shared the same chin as well as the same stern gaze in their eyes.
"Of course I will, you know how she panics" the younger one replied, giving the man a pat on the shoulder "Once i've finished this year you know i'm going to be taking that ministry apprenticeship and then you and mum will ha.." mid sentence he was interrupted.
"I know, dont remind me Avery" the older man chuckled "We're both very proud of you but you realise why we worry, especially whilst your mother is so far away" he added.
Avery nodded with a light smile, he had spent the morning having coffee with his father and catching up with his mothers most recent letter about how she had spent some time at the Brazilian wizarding school of Castelobruxo as they had quite a severe fire slug infestation that needed taking care of urgently. But it was now time to depart for his final year at Hogwarts, he was eager if slightly over confident that it would be a doddle to complete and finally get out into the wizarding world.
Him and his father had arrived into London at quarter past nine this morning and were now stood in front of the infamous wall between platforms nine and ten.
His father looked at his watch "Right Avery I best be heading back to Gringotts, you know how the goblins get if im late" he gave the boy a hearty squeeze on the shoulder to which Avery smiled and gave an agreeable nod "I really dont know how you get on with them oh glorious head cursemaster" he joked, bowing slightly as he backed towards the wall, a grin plastered to his lips as his father playfully saluted "Dont cause too much trouble Avery! We know how much of a rule breaker you are!" his father mocked, his voice fading into the scream of the train whistle and the bustling of wizarding families.

Avery had, since his sixth year, always entered the platform without his parents, with their jobs it was always a hectic schedule on the first day of September and was always a rushed affair. He happily strode towards the baggage car with his trunk and hoisted it up for the porter to take hold of. Already he was cloaked in his Ravenclaw uniform, prefect badge shining brightly on his jumper as he slung his messenger bag over his shoulder and strode towards the carriages.
He entered what seemed to be the Ravenclaw carriage, however it turned out to be a group of very bewildered first years causing chaos in the already crowded hallway, with a roll of his eyes his voice boomed out over head "Please refrain from blocking the hallway and find seats quickly please! The train will be departing soon!" Avery had mastered the bellowing voice from a previous prefect in his fifth year, to command others you had to sound convincingly commanding. He began to point at compartments and students, herding them into seats as he made his way through the carriages
"Dont lean out the window that far unless you want to loose your head!"
"No jinxes allowed on this train!"
"Put that rat back in its crate right now Jones! I dont want to tell you again that it is not the reincarnation of Peter Pettigrew and that infact you blew its toe off two years ago!"
With a heavy sigh of relief he soon ended up in an open carriage and found a seat to collapse in, this school year was going to be very interesting indeed.
The scream of the whistle sounded and with the metallic crunching and scraping of wheels the train soon departed from Kings cross and sped out into the open countryside, heading northwards to Hogwarts. The chitter chatter and buzz from the students, new and old, soon filled the carriages and dulled the outside noise. Avery glanced around, eyes picking out a few familiar faces including Wesley Lockleare who seemed to be awkwardly fishing out a familiar face from the compartments up ahead. With a long yawn and stretch of his limbs Avery dug into his bag and took out a large book and the cookie he had saved from this morning and took a few hearty bites from it, it would be a while yet till the trolley lady made her rounds and he was starving.
He pushed open the pages of the book 'The art of apparition and dangers of disapparition', it was full with several bookmarks, clearly marking the chapters he needed to read. Currently Avery was studying the side along apparition, something he knew would crop up on the syllabus this year, however he had yet to practice it as there had been very little safe circumstances for him to do so.
Relaxing back into his seat he set about starting the chapter, following the lines with his finger, the ink was cursive and hard to make out on some pages and needed on hundred percent concentration on his part.

' 𝒜 𝓋𝒶𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒜𝓅𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒-𝒜𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒜𝓅𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑜𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝑒 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒶𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑜𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝒿𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎. 𝒯𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒜𝓅𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃... '

[chaotic creativity]

scarlett eslie

[age: sixteen] [house/year: ravenclaw - sixth] [tags: avery]


scarlett johanna eslie slid her ravenclaw robe into her trunk. slamming it closed, she slid the locks on it. she smiled sadly as she picked up her bright blue and black wool scarf. she wrapped it around her neck, needing its warmth and comfort for the hard ride ahead. the scarf had originally belonged to her brother, finley, but it went to her possession when he was murdered in the battle for hogwarts. scarlett looked up in fear as her door creaked open slowly. she sighed in relief as her cat, hex, meowed loudly and leaped up on her bed. scarlett's bedspread was blue and black checkerboard with dark gray ravens on it. her mother had given it to her for christmas that year. scarlett stroked hex's soft black fur, then checked her bright purple watch.

she nearly screamed as she realized what time it was. she looked at hex, and the black cat leaped up on her shoulder. grabbing her trunk, scarlett scrambled to get out of her room. her mother was scaling the stairs two at a time, calling out, "Scarlett! We've got to go! scarlett nodded quickly as she sat down on the handrail. she slid down, and landed on her feet on the first floor. she ran and full speed out the house, and threw her trunk into the backseat of the car. she slid into the passenger seat, and clipped her seatbelt safely in.

her mother jumped into the driver's seat, and put the pedal to the metal. they whirred down the street, and whizzed into the king's cross station. scarlett leaned over, and kissed her mom on the cheek. "I'll see you later. Send me some owls!" she yelled as she hauled her trunk out of the car. hex perched atop the buggy that scarlett has set her trunk on. her purr made scarlett nearly smile as she ran through king's cross. she ran through the brick post, and nearly went head over heels onto the buggy. the hogwarts express was chugging into the station, and she sighed in relief. she threw her buggy aside, and held her trunk in two hands with hex back on her shoulder.

she corralled some of the second year ravenclaws in front of her, and she shoved them onto the train. as a prefect, she kept calling out device. "Don't forget your trunks!" "Don't have your head out that window when the train starts rolling!" she stepped through the aisle, and smiled at the scared first years who had their whole upper bodies out the window and were clinging to their mothers. one little first year was sobbing because she didn't want to be in hufflepuff. "Hey, sweetheart. It's okay. Remember, the Sorting Hat will take your choice into mind," she said reassuringly, and smiled at her before continuing on her search for a seat.

she found a seat that only one person was sitting in, and she smiled because she knew the boy. hex jumped off her shoulder and into the seat. scarlett nearly cried as she put the trunk into the compartment above, and almost dropped her scarf. she wrapped it tightly around her arm, and hugged it close before wrapping it neatly around her neck and stepping into the compartment. she chuckled softly as she stroked hex's soft, black fur. she saw that her friend was writing a paper. "Hey, Avery, what'cha writing?" she asked, and smiled softly at the fellow ravenclaw prefect. she smiled happily as avery looked up from his paper. Maybe it'll be a good year after all.

OOC: I'll pretty up my next post, when my computer will let me open the special character bar. It sometimes won't let me do it, but okay.