Devil's in the Temple (HP Roleplay; Open)

[Richie's Gal Forever]

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The damage was shocking to everyone involved. A castle that stood tall
and proud for just over 1,000 years was now in shambles. Ashes stood where fires
had been burning. A home for a lot of the people in the area was now a horror
house.

"Look what they've done to this house of love."

On the ruins of the once proud building were reminders. Everyone
was grieving for the ones they had lost in the chaos of the day. They had lost too much for
this to be justified.

"It's too late to turn the river of blood."

An army of people marched across what remained of the bridge, one
carrying a person who looked to not be moving. The light side stood, their eyes going wide
at the sight in front of them. "Harry Potter is dead!"

"The savior's come and gone. We're all out of time."

The ministry had fallen. At the head of the ministry now stood a disheveled being with beady
red eyes, ready to give any order he saw fit.

"Oh, the devil's in the temple and he ain't no friend of mine."

~"The Devil's in the Temple" - Bon Jovi

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Discussion Thread

[Richie's Gal Forever]

{ . Literacy . } ⇢ This is a semi-lit+ roleplay, as all my roleplays are. I expect at least five lines from you, my friend! I do not expect you to post three paragraphs for every post. If you can, great! That makes it all the better! No one liners. I guess you can get that out of the beginning. Anyway. I am expecting good posts from everybody. Make it fun. Put whatever you want.

{ . Activeness . } ⇢ I expect you to make at least one post every other day or so. So, if you're going to be away for more than two days, please PM me and your partner with your explanation as to why you will not be on. Again, be sure to PM me AND your partner so they're not lost and wondering where you are. If you're gone for three days without explanation, you get one strike. Another three days, another strike. Three strikes and you're out. Your spot is open.

{ . Reservations and forms . } ⇢ When reserving a spot, please PM me! I will be happy to reserve the character or accept your character as long as you follow these rules! Also with the reservations, I will be putting the time you reserved your character next to it. If you don't post your form (doesn't have to be completed, but at least started) by that time the next day, your reservation will be lost. If your form isn't completed within three days, your spot will be open. Once accepted, you MUST make a relations page. It helps in knowing who gets along with who so nobody gets confused. Your form must include your character's name, age, gender, blood status, job (if the Deputy Headmaster/Headmistress, Head of House, or Professor), house (if a student), year (if a student), special abilities (if confirmed by me before posting your form; read the rule below), patronus (if a 5th year or up), and wand.

{ . Characters . } ⇢ I am only allowing 3 animagi (2 spots left), 3 metamorphmagi, and 2 werewolves. Animagi can be legal or illegal. They have to be fifth year and up to adults. Metamorphmagi are born that way and werewolves are made, but it is up to you to decide when they were bitten. If you wish to be any of those three, PM me asking for permission before posting your form. First come, first serve. The Deputy Headmaster/Headmistress and Heads of Houses have to teach one of the subjects. The Guardiano and Guardiana are the equivalent of the Head Boy/Head Girl. The Custodes are the equivalent of the Prefects. Most 7th years and adults can perform nonverbal spells. Wandless magic is rare, which is why I'm only allowing 2 characters to have this ability (one spot left). To avoid overpowering someone, this may only be done three times in a battle/duel if disarmed. This can exhaust your character in varying degrees, depending on the spell. Again, if you wish to have this ability, PM me before posting your form. You are allowed to have 2 characters in total as long as you keep the genders even. I am looking for at least 2 spy death eaters as staff and for students that are in alliance with the dark arts, mostly purebloods.

{ . Romance . } ⇢ Please keep romance to a minimum. Kissing is all right. Hugging is all right. If it goes any further than that, please fade to black. Please don't be your own boyfriend/girlfriend. That will ruin it! Also, do not come with a boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/husband. You may come with a crush though! I highly encourage it!

{ . Stealing . } ⇢ Vecchio Montagna is not a school in the wizarding world. It is a concept I came up with on Discord with a close friend of mine. The name of the school, name of the founders, history of the school and founders, houses, sorting ceremony, and wand ceremony are our ideas. If I find anything copying these, I will report you to the staff (not sure if they'd do anything about it, but my friend and I spent 72 hours coming up with everything).

{ . Posting . } ⇢ Obviously, I already told you that this RP is strictly semi-lit. Please follow that. Try to make your replies as clean as possible with coding. If you've read these rules, please put "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good" at the bottom of your form. Thank you!

[Richie's Gal Forever]

Harry Potter is dead. Voldemort succeeded in taking him down and taking over the ministry, declaring himself the new Minister of Magic. Upon his victory, the Weasleys and Hermione were grieving. They had lost a dear member of their family, Fred, and an honorary member, Harry, as well as Remus and Tonks. It seemed they couldn't catch a break. Andromeda, Tonks's mother, died not long after the battle, stricken with grief and leaving the Weasleys with Teddy. They knew they couldn't stay in England. They knew that it was only a matter of time before Voldemort came looking for them. They quickly threw together an escape plan and fled from England. With close to no money and very few possessions, they tried to find a place to stay.

Ireland and Scotland were an obvious no-go. Germany, France, and Spain were too obvious due to Fleur's connections and too close. America was also a little too obvious, seeing as that would be one of the furthest countries to go to. They finally settled for Italy. They went all around the country, just trying to find a place that was willing to take a massive wizarding family of 11 in. They came across a castle that reminded them a bit of Hogwarts. When they approached, the sight changed from that of old ruins to a magnificent, graceful castle, much like Hogwarts did. They must have taken after the British school very much to have thought of that trick. They were questioned and healed of any and all injuries and found Ginny was pregnant, a fact she had kept hidden the last month.

It is now 26 years after the battle. Ginny's daughter, Carolina, didn't find out her real last name and her origin until she was 17, though she still goes by the last name Olivarius to hide the fact. She became an auror, then like her father, was promoted very young to head auror. As part of an assignment to protect the upcoming generation of witches and wizards, she was given the headmistress role at Vecchio Montagna. The Italian Ministry of Magic has fallen to death eaters and the threat of a new war looms. There are spies in the castle that have Carolina on edge, hoping nobody finds out her secret, even if that means that she never tells her staff about her life.

[Richie's Gal Forever]

Headmistress

Carolina Olivarius

Headmaster/Headmistress

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Heads of Houses

Acqua: N/A
Aria: Dario Agosti
Fuoco: N/A
Terra: Chang Crystal

Professors

Alchemy: N/A
Arithmancy: N/A
Astrology: N/A
Care of Magical Creatures: N/A
Charms: N/A
Defense Against the Dark Arts: Carolina Olivarius
Divination: Latta Treble
Flying: Dario Agosti
Herbology:
History of Magic: Maxton Bell
Muggle Studies: N/A
Potions: N/A
Study of Ancient Runes: N/A
Transfiguration: N/A



Guardiano

Calcifer Beckett (Aria)

Guardiana

N/A

Studenti di Acqua

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Custode 2: N/A

Annette Mayhen
Kathryn McKnight

Studenti di Aria

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Custode 2: N/A

Fuoco

Custode 1: N/A
Custode 2: N/A

Audric Corr

Terra

Custode 1: N/A
Custode 2: N/A

[Richie's Gal Forever]

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[Richie's Gal Forever]

𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒪𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓊𝓈 ↴
xxxxxxHeadmistress, Head Auror, DADA Professor
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Carolina sighed as she looked herself in the mirror. Even though she inherited her mother's red hair and she was sure the wavy hair also came from her mother's family, she inherited her father's messy hair. No matter what she did, it didn't want to tame and it was the most aggravating thing as she got ready every morning. Her sharp green eyes stood out against her pale complexion that she inherited, which she also found quite annoying. But, she had learned to love the way she looked as she got older. Her red hair not only came from her mother and her mother's family, who despite lying to her held Carolina's upmost respect, but it also came from her father's mother, who was murdered at a young age while protecting her child, not unlike her own father. She also had her father and grandmother's green eyes. For that, she was forever grateful to share something with the father she never got to know.

Once she was finally satisfied with her hair, Carolina turned and pulled on her school robes. If you had told her 6 years ago that she would be not only head auror of the Auror Department at the Ministero, but also the Headmistress and Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at her old school, she would have laughed in your face. Yet, here she was, getting ready to start another school year. She turned to her mother, who was leaning against her doorway, smiling slightly. Her mother's smile never reached her eyes most of the time. The only times were when she was recounting a story about her father, looking at a picture of her father or her uncle, or looking at her. She smiled and hugged her mother. "I know everyone else is asleep, but tell them I'll see them later. Yes?" She told her mother. "I will. Come see us before you leave the school." Carolina pulled away from the hug and took her mother's hands. "You know I always do."

With that, the redhead walked out the door of her headquarters, looking around before sealing the door with many charms. The good thing about the headquarters her family hid in was heavily charmed with concealment, silencing, and sealing charms. Nobody knew of her family. Her staff only assumed that because Carolina was also Head Auror, she felt the need to be extra careful with protecting her privacy. As long as she could keep it that way, she would. If the death eaters were to find out about her family... there was no way she'd make it out alive. That thought was at the forefront of her mind every day, so she was always extra cautious, even though that meant she was close to nobody. It was the sacrifice she had to make to keep her mother safe. Her precious, precious mother who received a fate nobody should have to face: a lifetime of facing the fact that the love of her life died young while she had to raise their child. It was a hard feat, no doubt, which was why when she found out, she was only angry for maybe an hour.

As she thought about this, Carolina made her way to the Mess Hall. It was only 8 am at this point and the students wouldn't arrive for another hour. She had been up for 2 hours at that point, but only just made her way to the Mess Hall to decorate for the students. The Mess Hall alone was beautiful. The whole castle was a true masterpiece of the blended cultures of 17th century Britain, America, and Italy. But, she was always astounded by the Mess Hall. After decorating the Mess Hall, she walked to the Grand Entrance, where she stood looking down at the area where the students were to be in the matter of minutes, hoping the staff would be on time.

[wolfrunner]

There was a loud shrill shriek that echoed in the air of the Main Hall of the ancient castle, one that carried on the air as it repeated itself. While most would probably find this startling, those that knew better would know to simply shrug this squeeking heralder off as the norm. The heralder in question, if one bothered to look closer, being none other then a small almost phantom like bat whom had entered the large room from the lower floor where the students were due to enter. The bat swooped into the room silently aside from its squeeking shrieks, flying about the perimeter several times as though conducting an inspection of some sort. It past the shelves of yet to be claimed wands in boxes. It circled about the running fountains in the center of the hall, hoovering only momentarily over the one bearing the likeness of a winged horse spewing forth blue tinted water. Afterwards it left the fountains to do one more lap around the hall before flitting up towards the Headmistress standing on the balcony.

"Buongiorno Preside."

Steady footsteps marched up the left side of the staircase nearing the young women on the balcony with each step.

The ghostly silver bat left the ginger haired young women to take up a perch hanging upside down under the balcony railing.

The one who had greeted the Headmistress, the one walking up the stairs to join her, was a tall young man with a head of wind-blown almost black hair. Brown eyes narrowed ahead with stern focus. An air of stoic calm about him as black and blue wizard robes moved with each step he took. Hanging in his grip at his side was a wand crafted of an almost dark copper colored wood with a lighter cream handle. Casting a look around the hall, "Seems I am the first one. On another note the school's immediate perimeter has been checked thrice over, as well as the pitch. No sign of any disturbences around either. I believe this year will be another success."

[Richie's Gal Forever]

𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒪𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓊𝓈 ↴
xxxxxxHeadmistress, Head Auror, DADA Professor
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The redhead looked in the direction of the shrieks and smiled a little as she watched a ghost-like bat fly around the room multiple times before landing on the railing not far from her hand. She watched as it opted to hang upside down, then disappear. She turned her head at the greeting and nodded her head at the man who joined her. This was none other than Dario Agosti, the head of Aria and the flying professor. "Buongiorno, professore." She answered in kind as her green eyes continued to sweep the room. One thing she learned as head auror was to always keep your guard up, even if the inspection results prove nobody was there. "Constant vigilance," as her family would say with a small smile.

"I sure hope so, Dario. It's getting worse out there." Carolina said with a sigh, crossing her arms over her stomach. "We can't let the students know, though. Their parents are probably already on edge and in turn have them on edge. I want them to enjoy their school experience." And she was going to do her very best to make sure that that was how it happened. There was no reason for the children to worry, especially if she was doing her best to make sure they never found the school. The school, even before her family arrived, had very intense protection and concealment spells around it. Then when her family fled here, there were even more spells put up and they were pretty powerful. She just hoped they were enough to keep them out. "

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─── [ Audric ]

It would be a lie to say Audric was ready for the new school year, he had tried to prepare himself for the awkward social interactions he'd have to face but as always he still felt anxious. He wasn't one for much talking, he'd rather keep to himself than talk to anyone else, there was too much to look out for when talking to someone. For one he needed to observe the said speaker while also actively listening, yet at the same time he could judge exactly what type of answers they'd expect or want from him. This was probably why he was friendless, he couldn't get himself to relate on an emotional level with people. Not all people were like this though, some people all it would take is one glance and bam; friends for life.

But it didn't occur often for Audric, he could size just about anyone up in a matter of seconds and figure out exactly how to respond to them, the old lady he lived with once said he was a social chameleon. He couldn't argue with her for she was absolutely correct, before leaving home he'd often forget who he actually was. He'd pick and choose traits he'd like others to perceive him as, pretending to be someone else for the sake of a conversation. Thats why he chose to keep to himself, it would be easier for himself if he just didn't try to have friends. If he didn't purposely change himself for the sake of a friendship, he was just too tired of it and honestly had better things to do. Like stud-. Before his brain could finish the train of thought his alarm clock rang yet again.

He couldn't procrastinate actually getting out of bed any longer. His alarm clock had already gone off twice yet his limbs refused to wake up. Maybe it was the anticipation of the new school year or maybe the fact that he'd stayed up just about all night and had only slept for three hours. With one last glance at the clock he sighed and forced himself to get out of bed, throwing the covers onto the floor he removed himself from the comfort of his bed. He gave himself an exhausted look in the mirror next to his closet before hunting for clothes.

He didn't really care about how he looked yet he found himself staring into the mirror questioning if he looked like a zombie or not, three hours of sleep gave him no justice, his hazel eyes had a dark ring around them, his dark brown hair disheveled. He was a complete mess but he shrugged at himself in the mirror. It wasn't like he was going to school to impress anyone, he didn't even know that many people even with being in his sixth year. With one final look-over in the mirror he grabbed his things and headed out the door for school.

The castle before him was a familiar yet still startling sight, he'd only ever seen the awful neighborhood's he'd grown up with. This, this castle was a work of art, even though he wasn't into art he knew at least that much. This place had already been a place he'd called home for five years, this to be his sixth. The old lady, which is what he called his 'mother', would be baffled to find out he hadn't even made one friend with all the time spent at this school but he just didn't see the point. He came here to learn and sometimes do whatever he wanted but other than that he had no motivation to mingle. Slowly but surely Audric made his way into the school, hoping the year was already over before it could even begin.

─── [ Maxton ]

Maxton was up and ready before the sun could even rise, he was excited. He couldn't help it, he enjoyed teaching sometimes a little too much. Some would say he likes the sound of his own voice but that was false. He enjoyed being able to instill knowledge to those who are willing to learn, though there was always that one student or that one group of students who loved to cause trouble. But teaching wouldn't be teaching if there wasn't obstacles along the way. He learned early on that most students like that could just be easily ignored. These student would then learn that their shenanigans were useless if the teacher just didn't acknowledge it.

Maxton's finger brushed the spines of the book Hogwart's History, he was just mindlessly touching every book. It was like telling the books goodbye, even though he'd return too soon it felt like. Even so, his aunt would soon be waking up and coming in here with a fresh set of books to read and study to then later write a lengthy letter to him about her findings. Then she'd come over to older books and re-arrange all of them yet again with her new additions, it was like her little ritual to keep herself sane as he left to teach. He had offered her to try and teach at the school as well but the old woman just shook her head saying, "A school needs someone young who's always learning. Plus i'm needed here to take care of this house, it could do it itself but I enjoy it too much,"

After that he didn't push it, the old woman would do what she wanted. Sometimes he reminded her of a character from Howl's moving Castle named Sophie.. Though he wouldn't tell her that she'd probably get angry and say she would be able to take the curse off herself in the first five seconds of having a curse!

He pocketed the book, he often liked to re-read the book between classes. It gave a different perspective on magic- even if it was intended to be fictional. Though the part of having a fire demon wasn't all too common here. Without another glance into the study he left the room and headed for the door to leave. But before he did so he threw open a drawer, grabbed a sticky note and a pencil. He left the sticky note on the front door for his aunt. Didn't want to wake you, but best of luck re-arranging your newest additions. With that, he left quickly, arriving before the students did.

[wolfrunner]

She'd looked worse. She'd looked far worse then she did at this moment, this the teen knew though it did little to improve her mood.

A scowl etched its way onto the fifteen year old's face as she stared at her reflecrion staring back at her from the mirror. For the most part the young teen didn't seem all that different then she had the previous year. She still had the same long brunette locks that would fade to have honey streaks if she stayed out in the sun long enough. Her eyes were still the same old shade of blue-grey. Her frame was still just as thin a d petite despite her growing a bit over her time being home again. Same complexion. Still clad in the same familiar comforting wizarding robes of silver and purple, the colors belonging to the house of the proud dolphin. The House of Water. Acqua. "Where we seek the depths of spirituality.", the brunette young witch muttered the phrase she had commited to memory in her first year attending Vecchio Montagna. The same school she would be returning shortly to yet again for another year of magical education as the only witch in ber family. "Same school. Same teachers. Same house. Same robes and colors.", the young witch paused for a moment with her teeth sinking into her lower lip while staring at the other her. Then slowly, fearfully, the fifteen year old lifted the back of her hair turning around so her back was now facing the mirrior.

There, at the nape of her neck carved there, were rough claw-like scratch marks scratched deep into the still hot red skin. The scowl only deepened at the sight of the fresh marks...fresh but at the same time unchanged as the rest of her. And these marks would forever remain unchanged at that. Oh the sweet painfull irony that the one thing the teen wished to change would be the one thing that even magic could not alter. Improve but not alter. As if the marks on her nape weren't proof enough, the new stinging on her lower sides certainly were enough to drive the harsh reality home. And yet-

And yet the silver and purple clad teen was still staring up at the visage of grand castle looming before her as she hesded up the well memorized path up to it. It was time again. That time that was both the witch in training's favorite and dreaded time of the year since she was thirteen. That time where she once again had been called back to the school that was as if her second home...a home when she was away from her actual home with her parents. The ancient beloved castle she had come to recognize as perhaps the one place she could have any shred of real sense of belonging or acceptance. Or as much belonging and acceptance as was possible anyway she corrected her thinking. The teen cast a glance towards the far off Quidditch Pitch as she made her way towards the castle and the main hall for the start of what would be the typical Vecchio Montagna welcoming ceramony and, later, feast. A perfect way to forget about this past night and get into the mindset for her upcoming classes.