( ϟ ── to hogwarts ─ to home !! ]

[milkbun]

male x sixth year x seventeen x slytherin x tags: marisol, open

jihoon narrowed his eyes, slapping his face weakly as another overwhelming wave of exhaustion washed over him and threatened to pull him under. sleep.. he thought, producing a small hand mirror, and pulled it towards his face, and began fixing his hair. sounds nice right about now. jihoon had a much more difficult commute to hogwarts than most others, which was partly the reason why he actually usually stayed at hogwarts for the holidays as well rather than going home; but his father had insisted he come visit this time, although there really wasn’t anyone to visit, his parents were at the korean ministry of magic council for the entire duration, and of course his siblings were somewhere doing important things or whatnot.

jihoon probably would (and should) sleep, as he’d just endured an exhausting eleven hours of flight on a muggle airgadget that his mother had arranged; because she didn’t want him using his broom over such long distances, inter- continent apparition is strongly advised against, and floo powder was not an option. although his mother had purchased him the best section on the muggle airgadget, it still was not pleasant in the slightest. it felt unsanitary, and frankly quite demeaning.

his thoughts were interrupted by the first years occupying the same tram car as he. yes, another reason he couldn’t just doze off to relaxing sound of loud chugging was the noisy first years he had blessed to have sat down in the same car with a bundle of giggling female first years that couldn’t seem to stop staring at him. ah, but it was honestly a bit endearing to see a new batch of chatty first years. although he would feel more affection if they would shut up just once.

feeling the train begin to slow, and spotting the ever-familiar hogwarts greeting the hogwarts express with its impressive architecture. beginning to tidy up his belongings, he fought an amused grin as he heard to first years echo “there it is, there it is”, with such awe. as the train slowed and exit points became available, he let them go first. as he got up to leave with his things, he noticed a worn leather book, undoubtedly one of the first years’. taking it, he got off the train, searching for the small group. spotting them a few feet away, jihoon pushed through the crowd, crammed himself in front of the first years and pushed the small book into one of the girls’ hands and kept going without a second glance, leaving her gaping behind him. feeling satisfied, he allowed a cocky smirk to grace his features.

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making his way through the banquet, jihoon wove around the clusters of students, nodding and winking to his fellow slytherins and not giving the gryffindors a second glance. he was still a little shaken from someone’s cat getting loose and trying to leap on him, but he had quickly regained his composure.

sitting with familiar faces of the sixth years sitting together at the slytherin table, jihoon mumbled a quick charm to straighten out his robes, as it had gotten disturbed from the excessive breeze gracing the outdoors. he liked to add an immaculacy to his princely image, he’d found.

as mcgonagall began to announce this and that, jihoon produced another hand mirror, using his delicate fingers to careful put every dark hair in its place, intentionally not listening, someone else would tell him everything in a much shorter duration of time anyway. seeing to everything being where it should be, jihoon put his mirror away as mcgonagall finally wrapped up her speech.

with the meal beginning, jihoon placed his hands in his lap, half heartedly looking at the food. it was common knowledge that the princely sixth year didn’t exactly have the most ferocious appetite. dusting his robes for invisible dust, jihoon tilted his pale, slender face in marisol’s direction who happened to be sitting next to him. while he believed she could speak more elegantly, especially to be an example of a pureblood like him, they were very familiar with each other, they’d known each other since they were first years, back when jihoon was an immature but admittedly hilarious eleven year old boy.

putting his arm on the table and resting his face on his fist, he watched her devour an unfortunate roll with amusement glinting in his gaze.

“so what was mcgonagall going on about this time?”

[8_Stars_8]

O D E S S A
|female | ravenclaw | eighteen | heterosexual | tagged: wren | mention: |

Odessa was internally dreading this year. She was very glad that it was her last year, and she wouldn't have to go back to Hogwarts again. She wasn't trying to escape the people, rather the place. But no one could blame her. She had to watch her sister die here. She hasn't told anyone, besides McGonagall, about her sister. She hasn't really ever told anyone about her past at all, as a matter of fact. She doesn't tell people about her blood-status unless they ask. She knows that mostly everyone doesn't care about that anymore, but she doesn't want to be pitied. She wants her work to prove her worth.

She thought about all this and more as she walked to her sister's grave. It was a bit of a tradition for her. She visited her grave before the start of every school year, and on May 2nd. The anniversary of her death. She finally reached the headstone and sat down by it. She got out her wand and put some flowers around the stone. She wasn't technically allowed to do this, use magic outside of school, but McGonagall had let this one slide. After a couple minutes of silence, she eventually stood up and walked back to the car. She got in on the passenger side. Her mother drove her to King's Cross in silence. Her cat, Sage, was in the back in a kennel. When they arrived, Odessa got out and hugged her mother and kissed her on the cheek.

She went through the morning in a bit of a haze, but when she crossed to Platform 9 and 3/4, she put up a smiling mask. When she boards the train, she sits in an empty cabin, which was quickly filled with other students. She shies away from them, glancing out the window, the luscious green forests and winding rivers of the countryside dance by as the train chugs along. As she gets onto the carriages, she doesn't mention how she can see the Thestrals that pull the carriage. She didn't think that the Thestrals were at all frightening. They were merely misunderstood. She thinks that they are beautiful and elegant creatures.

As they approach the castle, the darkness that has occurred there looms over Odessa. She was initially amazed by the astounding view that was the school, but now it's magnificence brings her only sadness. Even though the place itself does not spark joy in her, the idea of seeing her friends does. She can't wait to see Wren, Dorian, Graham, and everyone else.

She steps into the great hall and immediately looks for a fawn-haired Ravenclaw that she knew so well. She spots Wren and waves to her, a genuine smile coming over her features. She goes and sits next to the friendly face that greets her.

"Hey!" She whispers, trying not to be too loud. "I missed you." She winks at the timid girl, quieting down when she hear's McGonagall. A ball? I don't have anything for that! Is it required? I'm not sure I want to go... She thinks to herself as McGonagall announces the festivities. She quickly wipes away her worry as she sees Wren take far too much food for herself. She chuckles and takes her own share of food.

[BeyondTheShire]

Aticus Bleakwood⏵Gryffindor
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◄17｜Male｜6th Year｜Bi｜Gryffindor Table｜tagged; open ►

indentationAticus was woken up bright and early that morning. His mum not lettting him sleep in one bit. The next few hours were a complete and utter chaotic mess. He forgot to pack his books, so he had to completely repack his trunk, making him almost late. Aticus had to say rushed goodbyes to his parents before sprinting aross Kings Cross to platform 9 and 3/4 before the train left without him. Out of breath and tired, he made it just in time, but that meant most of the compartments in Gryffindor were full.

He passed the comparment filled with his friends,Graham,Winona, and a few others and frowned. He put his face and hand on the glass dramatically, while pulling the saddest puppy dog eyes he could. Aticus then fogs up the glass with his mouth and draws a heart. He looks at his masterpiece then smiles like a madman and starts laughing. His laugh is one of those that if you hear it, you know exactly who it belongs to. Some people of described it as a hyena mixed with an asthma attack. Aticus abandons his friends' comparment and found one with a few fifth years. He settles in and makes himself at home, joking his way into making friends as usual.

Finally the trained stopped and he weaved through the students to get to Gramham. He finally found him in Hogsmead and he raced up to meet with him. As they walked together catching up on the stuff that they didn't write about over the summer. His robes and undid tie whipping in "Mate my muggle friends are absoulte mad lads. I wish you could come and meet them sometime." He says as they reach the horseless carriages. He hops into one and it fills pretty quickly.

Finally at the castle and in the Great Hall, Aticus makes it towards his seat at the Gryffindor table. He looks around at the other tables but stops when someone catches his eye. Blake Murphy, his ex-girlfriend and boy did she somehow get more beautful over the summer. He quickly realizes he's staring when suddenly McGonagall starts reading off the names of the first years. He cheers as Gryffindor grows in numbers. After that he zoned out McGonagall's speach, only for her to gain his attention back at the mention of a Halloween costume ball. What would he wear?! He obviously had to look good. Maybe he could ask Graham for help? He definitely brought enough clothes to throw something together. Aticus started thinking of what clothes he brought and how he could make a costume out of them.

[8_Stars_8]

B L A K E
| female | seventeen | sixth year | slytherin | tagged: | mention: Aticus|

Let's just say that Blake is dreading going back to school. For one reason: Aticus would be there. She had the hardest time trying to hide the fact that she still had feelings for him. She had tried to move on over the summer, having a few flings here and there, but her mind always wandered back to him. She missed him so badly. She missed his laughter, his smile, everything about him.

She didn't sleep at all the night before. She was too nervous for the school year. And that was saying something. She never got nervous. She hated that she would have to act like everything was okay. She didn't know who were friends were, so she didn't know who she could talk to. Maybe Graham? But he was far too close to Aticus for her to ever get any alone time with him.

She was on time for the train, in fact, she was a little early, just so she could get a good compartment. It only filled up with one more person, so she was able to mind her own business. She didn't want to wallow in self-pity on the first day though, so she just brooded instead.

When she got to the Great Hall, she could feel eyes burning in the back of her head, she turns around and meets Aticus's eyes. Their eyes lock for a split second, until both of them turn away at the same time to listen to McGonagall. She felt a flush of heat wash over her. God...only he could do that to her. She regains her attention to what McGonagall is saying when she mentions the ball. Did she have to go with someone? She didn't have anything for that! Maybe a dress, but it's a costume ball. She runs her hands over her face and sighs.

[l i o n.]

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♚‡ G R A H A M.
[male. hetero] [17 years] [huge flirt] [relationship:n/a]
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☞GRAHAM had most certaingly not risen with the sun. never really an avid morning person except on the days of quidditch matches, he had opted to enjoy his last morning of freedom in the warm embrace of his comofrtable bed. one thing he was not looking forward to were the mattresses at hogwarts that always seemed to be just a bit too hard or soft. graham had been in the kitchen making breakfast for himself when he caught wren waltzing back in through the front door, noting the gleam in her eyes and the smile on her face. how could she be so chipper so early? always a good twin, he fixed her a plate.

post shower, graham ran through the items in his trunk one more time just to be sure, though he new his parents could simply have it sent to him if he happened to forget something. unlike wren, he was the “wait until something happens and then worry about it” type.

as ever, they were classically late to kings cross. and yes, it was graham’s fault every single time. being late meant it wasn’t truly worth it to try and sift through the sea of confused bodies clogging the train, so he simply grabbed the nearest empty compartment and settled in. the gryffindor knew he’d be seeing his mates soon enough so he never felt a sense of urgency to link up with them on the train. a sideways glance confirmed that it was in fact his twin beside him though he quickly returned to the book in his hands. he knew wren didn’t need him to hold her hand anymore, and he was far too enthralled in the current tale of magic according to some muggle author.


the ride felt like an eternity as it always did, though he seemed to enjoy it every time. graham stepped out onto the rickety platform in hogsmede, stretching his long limbs as they had become cramped from the long train ride. he watched silently as wren wandered off to find her own way to hogwarts. with a shrug to no one in particular, he slung his leather satchel carelessly over his shoulder and settled in for the last leg of the journey. a cheeky grin sprawled across his freckles face as Atticus came rambling to his side. ”I’d love nothing more than to meet the types of muggles you hang around based on your choice of witch and wizard comapny.” he teased lightly as the pair settled into the carriage. graham relished in the crisp air as the world began to embrace autumn. for graham, autumn and winter were the most fun. escaping the cold was easy, escaping the heat of spring and summer was nearly impossible.

graham strode with confidence into the great hall, ignoring the adoring stares he could feel boring into the side of his skull from various girls. He slouched down onto the gryffindor bench, leaning his elbow against the table and propping his chin up on his palm before playfully knocking shoulders with aticus. he watched his best mate make doe eyes at blake from across the hall, silently gagging to himself as his blue eyes rolled in his head. hopeless idiots. drowning out most of mcgonagall’s typical introductory speech, he scanned the tables for familiar faces. it was only when the terms ‘halloween dance’ and ‘costume’ reached his ears that he peeked up and decided to pay any attention to the headmaster. how intriguing. what girl would get the lucky opportunity to be his date? graham pondered the endless names he had stored in his memory as he chowed down on a healthy helping of food.

”what if i went as that muggle mythical demigod hercules?” he pondered aloud, glancing at aticus for approval. ”it’s as simple as using a sheet for a toga, a bit of embellishing and i get to show off my sculpted figure” he chirped, dramatically flexing for aticus, freshly trimmed eyebrows waggling flirtatiously.

[daifuku]

𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐚!
─ sixteen ─ cisfem ─ ravenclaw sixth yr ─ loc; ravenclaw table ─ mentions; odessa, wren ─ tags; open ─

spacermagnolia's morning begun with a tightly packed trunk leaning on her leg and a tumbler of warm tea in her hand. she lingered outside her home for a moment, taking in the familiar brick walls, chipped door, and cloudy windows that definitely needed to be cleaned. finally, with a deep breath, she turned to meet her parents in their car, a token from the muggle side of her family. after tightly securing her luggage in the back of the car, they started off to king's cross. on the ride there, she enjoyed a cool autumn breeze, thanks to the simple, but quite clever mechanism that allowed her to roll down a window. being a ravenclaw, she couldn't help but acknowledge that muggles were quite ingenious to have found ways to get by without magic.

spacerthe car skidded to a stop, causing magnolia to lurch forward slightly. she looked out the front window to see the towering train station that awaited her, hugged her parents goodbye, and walked in with a content bounce to her step. while a part of her loved the comfort of the summer vacation and being at home, the other part of her looked forward to a new year and all the memories she would make from it. checking the clock, she realized she was running short on time, and picked up the pace, speedwalking her way onto platform nine and three-quarters, then, onto the already humming hogwarts express. magnolia allowed herself an amused smile at the excitement buzzing in the train, with new first-years and old students alike anticipating their arrival at the school. taking a compartment to herself, she sat back and gazed out the window absentmindedly for most of the ride. she knew that the evening would drain a lot of her energy, and so she took the chance to relax and recharge. her quiet and subdued behaviour continued on the carriage ride to the school and as she carefully navigated her way through crowds of students to the great hall.

spacerthe sixth year didn't realize she had already started walking towards the ravenclaw table. her legs just moved in that direction out of pure habit. as she took a seat, two familar faces stuck out to her-- her quidditch teammates, odessa and wren. she shot them a grin and wave, but left them to their conversation. her stomach rumbled quietly during the majority of mcgonagall's speech, and she eagerly awaited the food that she knew would appear on the tables. she pursed her lips at the mention of a costume ball; while she didn't hate dancesand she thought she could pull together some decent formal clothing, she had no clue what she would do if she had to make a costume. luckily, her concerns were diverted by the arrival of steaming hot meals on the table, and like the students around her, she dug in.

[axelandria]

f a y e . h a z e l. ─── tags: magnolia | ment. marisol, dorian
ravenclaw 6th yr. | 17 | she/her | lesbian

faye, easygoing as ever, had had a slow morning, going about her business as usual. she said goodbye to her friends, of course telling them she was going to boarding school, although not specifying the name or location. faye carried a large backpack, and pushed her trunk in a stolen shopping cart. she'd walked to the train station, enjoying the last she'd see of the city, until next summer. faye was slow getting on the train, and was forced to share a car with a group of rowdy first years. the whole ride faye made angry faces at the other kids, who whispered amongst themselves, occasionally squealing.

upon arriving at hogsmeade, faye made sure to be one of the first off the train. she took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. she hated car rides, and although a train was different, it was still a huge step for her. a few first years glanced her way and laughed, making faye's stance shift completely. she stood stock still, one hand on her hip. she glared at the first years, who quickly scampered away. letting out a "huff", faye greeted a few other sixth years, then took one of the horseless carriages.

in the great hall, faye looked around for her hufflepuff friend dorian, but couldn't spot him. she moved towards the ravenclaw table, quickly hopping out of the way of marisol. faye rolled her eyes, then settled down at the table. she half-listened to mcgonagall drone on, and upon the food being served, faye dug in. she looked across the table to see magnolia doing the same.

faye liked magnolia, she kept to herself. plus, she was a halfblood like faye. "hey, how'd your summer go?"

[l i o n.]

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♚‡ W R E N.
[female. closeted gay.] [17 years] [hopeless puppy-dog] [relationship:n/a]
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☞WREN was able to catch odessa's eye, scrambling to set her backpack down beside her as a placeholder for her dearest friend. the lanky sixth year returned odessa's warm smile with a big grin, her long, slender fingers reaching up to wave excitedly. she jerked her hand towards herself, gesturing for the older girl to join her. feeling the other ravenclaw settle in beside her, wren let out a soft breath she hadn't even noticed she'd been holding in, her body relaxing. having a familiar person beside her always had a way of calming wren's nerves and it was all the better when that person was someone like odessa. magnolia's flailing limb caught her attention and wren threw a warm smile her way, happy to see her teammate back for another round of hogwarts. the two would definitely catch up soon in the common room and out on the pitch.

"hi des!" she chortled back excitedly, her voice laced with its trademark warmth and huskiness. "you missed me!? couldn't have been more than i missed you" she quipped back, a soft blush coating her pale cheeks at the wink tossed her way. the smile still hadn't left wren's face from the moment she and odessa made eye contact and her cheeks were beginning to hurt in the best way. the girl reached out a hand, faltering for a moment as she questioned herself before allowing it to fall onto odessa's for a brief moment, giving it a friendly squeeze. wren had always been the more reserved and awkward of the twins, physical intimacy always posing a challenge for her though she had vowed to herself to try harder this year. hand falling back to the table in front of her, wren's eyebrows knit together as she contemplated the upcoming ball.

allowing herself to think as she savored a mouthful, she turned back towards odessa, a concerned expression on her face. "i know this whole ball thing really isn't either of our speed, and typically i wouldn't press it but... i was wondering if maybe you'd go with me? it's my seventeenth birthday and all and i told myself i would work on my social skills now that i'm basically a real adult and who knows it might be fun for us, hiding behind masks and just dancing like idiots. we could even coordinate costumes! you don't have to say yes and of course we could find an alternative..." she trailed off as she noted that she had begun to ramble, a habit she had picked up when trying to persuade herself that something was a good idea.

wren waited for odessa to respond, taking the opportunity to scan the gryffindor table, her eyes finding graham for a moment before moving on in search of a certain seventh year quidditch prodigy that she had yet to see. the ravenclaw chastised herself at the involuntary butterflies that erupted deep in her gut, shooing them away. focus. turn back to odessa. you're being rude. wren swiveled back to face her best friend, deep brown eyes big and hopeful, a soft pout on her lips.

[demolition lovers]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

maisie hawthorne-slytherin head girl-seventeen-sixth year-open

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

All summer long, Maisie had been longing to be back to school. She missed doing magic, and her friends, and the castle. From her first year at Hogwarts, it had been a haven for her. Her parents were wonderful, her family was great, she lived a normal life...but Hogwarts had mystery and intrigue and more magic than anywhere else on the planet (or so she was convinced.) She was one of those people that had fallen wholeheartedly in love with the grey stones, the warmth of the fires, the smell of books, and the feeling of electricity, of pure magic in the air. She was known for her temper, and had, on more than one occasion, to her chagrin, literally exploded. She was trying to change that, though. When McGonagall had made her a prefect, she was shocked, everyone was. She had gone to McGonagall in disbelief, and questioned it, only to be met with "There will be no argument, Ms Hawthorne. I've made my decision." Now she got it. As she watched over the first years, a smile spread over her face. The excitement was tangible as old friends reunited, and new friends met. As McGonagall spoke, the whispers grew slightly louder at the mention of a ball. Nothing like that had happened the entire time she'd been there. As the speech came to an end, she cheered loudly. The headmistress may have been a Gryffindor, but she was almost universally liked.

Maisie grinned as the food appeared, and laughed at the awe on the first years faces. Even the ones who were acting unimpressed widened their eyes. She glanced around, looking for a familiar face. She hadn't really made any close friends. which...sucked, honestly. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Winona- Winnie had been one of her closest friends since she could remember, their parents were close. But that didn't help her much with her own house. She sat up a little straighter, trying to catch her eye. Winnie jumped up, and beamed, waving. Maisie grinned back, waving. She settled back in, grabbing a plate and loading up on her favorites.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☼ﾟ. ───

winona byrd- gryffindor-sixteen-sixth year-open

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☼ﾟ. ───

Winnie had let out a laugh as soon as she stepped off the train, spinning around in Hogsmeade station. The air felt cooler, the world felt brighter, and her mood had instantly lifted. She scooped Alvin out of his carrier, and put him on her shoulder. "Welcome home, buddy." She grinned. The overcast skies relaxed her, as she headed towards the carriages. She pulled the meat out of the sandwich her mother had given her, stopping by the two thestrals pulling her carriage. "Hi guys." She said, feeding them. She stroked their necks, thanking them for pulling her, before hopping in. A few more students joined her, and so they set off. Winnie had hoped to see Maisie before the feat, but she'd catch up with her later.

Entering into the hall, she grinned at the line of first years, hugging one of her neighbors, and wishing them luck. She remembered everyone had been so bung up on getting a certain house, but she'd never really had much of an opinion. Everyone who knew her had been shocked she'd ended up a Gryffindor instead of a Hufflepuff. She found a seat, waving wildly at Hagrid, who gave her a wink and a smile, hidden by his bushy beard. She couldn't wait for the year ahead, she'd been selected to work with the unicorn foals, and was terribly excited. She fell silent as McGonagall spoke, exchanging excited glances with the girl next to her at then mention of the ball. She whooped at the end of McGonagall's speech, giving a loud whistle. As the food appeared, she grinned, immediately diving into the desserts. She glanced up, and jumped up to wave as she saw Maisie looking. She sat back down, and glanced around for anyone she knew.

[8_Stars_8]

O D E S S A
|female | ravenclaw | eighteen | heterosexual | tagged: wren | mention: dorian, graham|

Odessa grinned at her touch, proud of her willingness to do so. She knew how difficult it was for her to do something like that. "Not likely. I'm sure I missed you more!" She chuckles. When Wren begins to ask about the ball, she could sense the hesitation and concern in the younger Ravenclaw's features. She cuts her off.

"Wren. I would love to go with you. I couldn't miss my favorite sixth year's birthday, now could I?" She says, smiling widely at the girl. It felt nice to smile like this again. Genuinely. She hadn't done that much over the summer. It was getting harder over the years to find something worth smiling about. She has been working on trying to find happiness in the small things. It's been working, but sometimes it's not enough to drown out the ache that she can feel inside her. This is all because, though things may make her happy for a short while, human interaction is what she craves. She isn't much of a social butterfly, she has no muggle friends, but at Hogwarts, she's not the weird girl like she is in the muggle world. She's unique, that's for sure, but she's also like many of the others. She has her own people here at Hogwarts, and this gives her the possibility to make her feel a bit happier. She knows she'll always have that hole in her heart where all that she has lost once was, but it would feel smaller with more people in it.

So, maybe this party could help with that? Maybe she'll make more friends? She sighs, trying not to get her hopes up. She is content enough with the people she already has, like Wren, Dorian, and Graham, but she wishes that she had more friends sometimes. As she eats, she gazes up at the ceiling. The night was clear. So much so that she felt like she could reach out and touch a star if she tried. The weather outside was perfect in her mind. It may be a bit cold, that's for sure, but this time of the evening was always so beautiful. Odessa suddenly realized how long she had been off in her own head, and snapped out of it quickly. She looks back over to Wren, glad to see that she wasn't paying much attention either and looking over at the Gryffindor table.