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{{. - yay! when can we start? and how should we start? c: .}}

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{{ let's begin! c; in the roleplay it is saturday morning and outside it is foggy with a chilly wind.
@converse; start however you like. have them bump into people, spark random conversations, whatever! }}

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year: sixth year
house: proud ravenclaw
blood: mud-blood
wand: elk horn, griffin feather
patronus: rabbit
kin: stepbrother - clark
crush: oscar bennet
pet: barn owl, havli

location: the clock tower courtyard
doing: reading
mood: neutral
tagged: oscar, sarah, aoife,
robbie, sophie

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-----elle woke with a start. as far as she could recall in the haziness of the early morning, it was from havli spreading her wings and speaking what she thought was necessary to say at seven in the morning on a saturday. she climbed from her bed and took a quick glance out the window; it was cloudy, foggy, and by the way the trees were blowing she could see that there was chilly winds as well. she dressed in the warmest attire she had in her trunk, fed havli, and wisked herself out of the room she shared with aoife, robbie, and sophie, three other ravenclaws in her house. she was good friends with them, but not close enough as to where she didn't feel guilty about waking them up just to tell her where she was going. it was a new year at hogwarts, the start of her sixth, and though she'd seen and talked to them all her years at this school, she hadn't been roomates with any of them.
-----elle octavia fernne made her way down the grand staircase that lead to the other houses. it wasn't empty, but it wasn't its normal packed full either. she passed by many of the paintings, a few in which were still sleeping like a lot of the students. many chose saturdays to sleep in, but elle was a true ravenclaw. any chance to be able to study more than necessary to become the most intelligent one at hogwarts, she'd take that offer, sleep or no sleep.
-----she passed by her stepbrother, clark, who was sitting on a windowsill on the staircase. after a brief conversation of "good morning" and "how's it going?' she made her way out of the castle and into the courtyard underneath the clock tower. hardly anyone came up there, and hardly anyone knew she came up here. except for maybe sarah, the one person she would put her life on the line for in this school besides clark, her best friend back in the human world. but because elle was a mudblood and sarah was placed in slytherin... tradition and stereotypes had gotten to the best of them. it made her think of oscar too. she'd had a strong attraction to him but he was a slytherin, one of the worst in character, which was amazing as to why elle liked him in the first place. and she was a mudblood. why he would ever fall for her was something she couldn't figure out. sitting against the wall of a planter, she pulled her knees close to her chest and opened her student book on transfiguration.

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❝ a loyal heart in all honest affairs.
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year: sixth year
house: modest hufflepuff
blood: pure-blood
wand: applewood, unicorn hair
patronus: stag
kin: stepsister - elle
crush: roberta clemmeth
pet: horned owl, paravati

location: the grand staircase
doing: reading
mood: tired
tagged: wesley

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-----"to be honest, professor mcgonagall, it's not late at night, it's early in the morning." clark hadn't been able to sleep. two of his three roomates, henry and mucas, snored so loud it sounded like a bulldozer was about to barrel down on the castle walls. he didn't know how wesley, his friend and third roommate, was able to get any shut eye. and at two a.m. he had finally lost his patience and left his room, sitting on the windowsill and just pondering life. that was when the headmistress had approached him, disappointment and curiosity in her wise eyes. "mr. brogan, why are you out of your room? it's late in the night." his response got her smiling, and that was good. with what was going on outside hogwarts, she looked exhausted from all the stress. "well, to be honest mr. brogan, it's against school rules to be out of your room at this hour. come on." clark let her lead him back to his room for hours of more torture, but as soon as it became six thirty a.m., an ok time to be out, he made his way back to his window for shelter, nose in a book. before he knew it, because time passed so quickly when he was reading about another world, his step sister elle was passing him, smiling a good morning. to others it seemed odd that they were related. he was pure-blood and she was mud-blood. he was adopted by his father, emerson, who was a half-blood. however clark's real parents were both pure-bloods and he's had contact with them throughout his life. clark's dad married elle's mother, claire. claire is human and the man she had elle with was human as well.last spring claire and emerson divorced but still remained friends, and therefore, clark and elle did as well, though it was still on the brother-sister relationship.
-----time passed even quicker after that. the hallways and stairs were soon flooded with people going about their day, nothing special. clark rested his head against the painted window, watching the people pass him by. his eyelids slowly began to flutter closed. his lack of sleep was catching up to him, and he had his roomates to blame.

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Oscar awoke to vicious knocking on a window by his bed. Green, eerie light filtered into the dormitory from the lake. Not many people were aware of the interesting geography of the Slytherin common room and dormitories, but they were in the dungeon, underneath the Black Lake, and their windows opened to the body of water itself. Sometimes, if you were quiet and had the patience to stare long and hard at one of the glass panes, you could see a mermaid, or a giant squid, flash by, a ripple of silver scales and fangs. There were strange fish in the pond, too, and over his six years at Hogwarts Oscar had gotten to know most of them pretty well. There were rainbow fish and glowing fish, large ones and small ones, fast ones and slow ones. Fanged and gummed. Personally, the dark haired boy believed that the Slytherin common room must be by far the most interesting of all the houses; after all, which others offered a myriad of mystical experiences to be witnessed, right out your bedroom window? Of course, there were dreary days when he longed wistfully for sunlight, as he did his potions homework or played cards with his friends. But he could always take a walk around the grounds, so for the most part, he was content.

Of course, except for days like these. Saturdays were one of the rare mornings he was able to sleep in, presuming no one snored too loudly to threw a pillow at him, or got into a scuffle by his bedside. Oscar was a light sleeper though, and things tended to happen. Today, it was the lake. Specifically, the mermaids within the lake, tapping on his window pane, making faces at the boys whom they woke up. Most of them groaned and turned over, or slammed their pillows on top of their heads, and tried to get some shut eye because heaven knows they had to wake up early every other day of the week. But the window was right next to his bed, and what was he supposed to do? The beasts kept rapping on the glass, and though it was magically enchanted so never as to break (thank goodness!), that didn't stop the noise from filtering through. One mermaid stuck her tongue out at Oscar when he glared at her, her pointy teeth covered in grime. Oscar promptly gave her the bird, though he doubted she even knew or cared what it meant. He was already awake though, and the damage was done. The handsome youth could tell, just from the draft alone, it was a chilly day outside the castle. He mussed through his trunk at the end of his bed, a great black stone thing, with a silver lock and key. The key he kept in his pockets usually, along with his wand. Slytherin was full of snitches and cowards, and plenty of crooks, too.

Oscar didn't blame the kids for their faults, though he knew of plenty of boys who would have been happy enough to steal all his things from under him. Though he never voiced his opinions, he had always blamed everyone else. When you're an eleven year old kid, he theorized to himself during his moments of reflection (which were often), and you're sorted into a house that's supposed to be praising your cleverness and ambition and drive, and teaching you good qualities, but everyone around you just sneers at you for it, and calls you a craven and a dark wizard, says you're bound for nothing but unhappiness and evilness, and puts you down for who you are...how can they blame you when you give in to all the pressure, and turn out badly? Your whole life they tell kids they aren't good people, and then they praise themselves on their accuracy when their prophecies come true. Sometimes Oscar really detested the other Houses, because they looked down on them. They treated Slytherins as if they were a different breed. And maybe there were some kids who were a bit off kilter from the start, but to say every dark witch and wizard was bound to have been a Slytherin....well, it's not a good way to start the next seven years of your life.

Despite his sympathetic sentiments for his fellow Slytherins, he still put the silver key into his cloak pocket. Sympathies weren't the same thing as compliance. And he didn't want his clothes stolen.

While his fellow House mates were asleep, Oscar shimmied into his robes and jackets, a green and silver scarf thrown over his shoulder just in case his premonitions about the cold day were realized. After dressing he grabbed his wand off his dresser and shoved that too, in his pockets. He didn't even give a backwards glance as he left. He didn't care enough to. He knew he'd see exactly what he'd seen for six years. A bunch of boys in green and gray snoring, greenish black water undulating outside the window, a few cats tiptoeing around, and above all, the complacency of a House completely ensconced in itself. He felt as if he'd been living in the same place all his life, absolutely static, without change or growth. The boys he knew were the same boys from his childhood, unchanged, for the most part, in maturity or ideas. Their values were unchanged, passed down from their parents, passed down from their parents, on and on and on. Nothing ever changed. Oscar didn't have to look back at his dormitory. He knew what he would see. He would see copies of all these boys' great grandparents, sleeping in their beds, unchanged, despite the years.

It was too early for such dreary reflection, though. Oscar put aside his thoughts as he clamored out of the common room. He made a mental note to remember the password for the day as he passed the paper pinned to the wall. There was a list for the week next to the doorway, and today's was something equally as pompous and sly as yesterday's, and the day before's. As the wall behind him closed, he promptly forgot it. It didn't really phase him, though. He'd find out from Sarah later, anyway. There was a high possibility she was already in the Great Hall for breakfast and socializing, if the mermaids had woken her up, as well, and Oscar thought it would be a good idea to meet her there. Besides, like all teenage boys, magical or no, he was always hungry, and his stomach was an absolute black hole.

Oscar had to walk up the Grand Staircase to get from the dungeons to the Great Hall. On his way up he saw Clarke, whome he'd never talked to before, but knew, because he was a brother to Elle. That girl herself he'd never really much spoken with, but he'd spent a lot of time in her company, in classes and in sports. Once one of his friends in Ravenclaw had forced him to cheer with them for a quidditch match between the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. He'd shrugged and said, "sure, why not?" to the request in an easy manor, but was honestly excited for the chance to boo a Gryffindor. That prejudice of his House had not escaped him, during his years at Hogwarts. He'd been squished directly next to Elle for about two hours, and the whole time never said a word to her. He had cheered with his friend, and his dark eyes staid for the most part on the field, but, every so often, he couldn't help glancing at the golden girl. She had a different spark in her eyes than he'd seen in anyone else's before. The kids he knew were all cunning and slyness, all sex appeal and careless laughter, all independance and secrets. He didn't know Elle very well, but she didn't seem to have those qualities in her, or at least in dominance. She seemed--god forbid--actually complex. Most Slytherins were as easy to read as a book, once you understood their motives. That was a shock to him. His whole life Oscar had been restricted to his social contacts. His family, a rich, old, pure blood line, only associated with other rich, old, pure blood lines. And his house...well, most of them were of the same breed. And frankly, he was tired of it. At the end of the match, though he couldn't recall now who had won, he turned to the girl with such blazing eyes and gave a vague smile, though his own gaze was distracted. He must have looked like he was only half there. He hadn't even the mind to say anything, but for a moment just blinked at her, before being swallowed by the crowd of kids in blue and bronze. His friend and him had gone to the grounds afterwards and played around, same as always. Everything was the same as always, it seemed. Except, he hadn't always known her. He had asked his friend who she was, and he told him her name was Elle Fernne, she was in their year, and she had a step brother, Clarke. He'd been in a a class with the Hufflepuff, and had never formed much of an oppinion of him save that he was a Hufflepuff, so there was only really so much mental capacity he could have. They weren't known to be the brightest of folks. (On this note it could be stated what a hypocrite Oscar is. Yes, he knows he's a hypocrite, and he does try to better himself, but sometimes stereotypes get even to the best of us. He doesn't wan Slytherins to be profiled yet he has a natural predisposition against Hufflepuffs. He's just a kid though, and even if he is hard on himself, we should cut him some slack, for being only 16, and not as aware of all his faults as we are.)

In the Great Hall Oscar sat down towards the middle of the table, still keeping an eye out for Sarah. She may be hiding in the sea of green and silver, or she might still be asleep. Either way, Oscar grabbed a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk from the table and began to eat. He put aside thoughts of Elle and of Sarah, replacing them with only thoughts of FOOD. He was hungry, and all the complex thought that humans developed over the course of 50,000 years was lost on him as he devoured. Boys will be boys?



{I always write too much on my intro post, and it's mostly nonsense, anyway, so don't be weirded out. I was just rambling, and without any dialogue, too! I bet it's a bore to read! Sorry! <3}

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house. gryffindor year. seventh crush. unknown
mood. groggy action. looking at clark tagged. clark

drew woke up from a soft, light sound of cooing outside. the seventeen year-old had never been the greatest sleeper, but last night he had managed to get in 5 hours, more then he was used to. in the haze of his grogginess, his senses only realize that outside of his blanket was a wave of bitter coldness. as he made his way out of the room he shared with fellow classmates his skin shivered at the chill air. "man it's cold." he whispered to himself. drew whipped around, opening up the door and tipy-toed to his drawer. in the drawer was a series of gryffindor robes, boxers, dress shirts and socks. after grabbing another set of robes and putting them on, he quietly set out to the grand stair case. to be honest, drew hated way the houses where all the way on the seventh floor. he had a fear of heights and the fact that he was sleeping several stories up paranoid him, but he never showed that.

decending down at a slow pace, due to his grogginess, he could make out the familiar painting sleeping. with this drew realized that is was way earlier then what he usually got up at. drew let out a small groaned and rolled his eyes. no point in going back to sleep... he thought bitterly. he was already half way down the staircase and it was tiring enough getting down. he shrugged and started down again.

as drew further descended the stairs, he noticed that one of the hufflepuff's had fallen asleep on the window sill. he stood meters away from the younger wizard, his right eyebrow raising. "uh, you ok?" he called out, his words echoing across the walls. this was definitely new considering he never got up this early to even see others be tired.

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year ;; sixth
house ;; ravenclaw
blood ;; half-blood
wand ;; redwood, kelpie hair
good ;; intuitive
bad ;; blunt
family ;; brother - george
crush ;; maybe a lil' one on nate
friends ;; aiofe, tba
pet ;; angus
tags ;; george, clark & elle

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ｉｓ ｍａｎ'ｓ ｇｒｅａｔｅｓｔ
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- - - - - -the brunette paused as she heard movement past the blue curtains that shielded her from the rest of the dormitory. she'd been up late, finishing an essay she wanted to get done before the weekend, but that hadn't stopped her from waking early. she knew she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep so she had retrieved her favourite book, on the jellicoe road, and her wand and sat reading, a lumos charm providing her with sufficient light. someone was walking around in the dorm. guessing it was one of her room mates sophie returned to reading, turning down the corner of the page only when the movement stopped. the girl then set the book down and left her wand, still illuminated, on the bed and pulled the curtains back. her feet were quiet on the floor as she tied the star-studded curtains to the bed posts and opened the nearby window, letting the wind blow her hair around for a minute before returning to her morning routine. it took just five minutes and then she was leaving the dorm room, dressed in some skinny jeans, a grey tank top and her favourite blue hoodie.
- - - - - -truth be told she had stolen it from her brother but only she and him knew that and he didn't mind. her wand was tucked behind her ear and she had the weathered book in the crook of her arm - she was planning on reading it whilst she ate her breakfast. down in the common room she let a smirk pass across her face as she spotted two fourth years, asleep at a table covered in potion books. the girl pushed away the temptation of using their quills to draw on their faces and instead left the common room, running her fingers along the spines that stuck out from the many book shelves. outside she took the steps two at a time, hop scotching when she reached the bottom. the castle halls were almost completely empty as she headed for the great hall and it was only by chance that she noticed clark by a window.
- - - - - -the black haired boy was in her year but belonged to hufflepuff so they hadn't ever interacted much. even though he was related, sort of, to elle, her roommate. not that that meant anything; she and elle were friends, sure, but not very close. rolling her eyes at the sleeping boy she decided not to disturb him, he looked as if he needed the sleep, and sophie continued on towards the great hall. when she reached it she found it to only be occupied by two teachers and six other students, all sitting on the gryffindor table in a group - though not all of them were gryffindor. returning the teacher's 'good morning' smiles, sophie sat down at the ravenclaw table and poured herself a goblet of orange juice, welcoming the familiar taste of something muggle as she opened up her book again.
- - - - - -as the rest of the castle started to wake, the sixth year grabbed four pieces of toast and buttered them, adding some jam too, holding three in her left hand and one in her mouth as she exited the great hall, walking out to the school grounds with her book still open in her right hand. sophie hated being in the great hall at breakfast and by now angus knew to come find her by the lake if she had any mail.

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year ;; seventh
house ;; gryffindor
blood ;; half-blood
wand ;; maple, dragon heartstring
good ;; caring
bad ;; (over) protective
family ;; sister - sophie
crush ;; robbie
friends ;; wesley, robbie, tba
pet ;; copper
tags ;; drew & clark

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- - - - - -george rolled over in his bed and promptly slipped off the edge, crashing through the red curtains and landing in a heap on the floor. taking a moment to check nothing was broken he pushed himself to his feet, expecting heads to appear through his roommate's curtains to ask what the hell was going on. but as george looked up he realised all the curtains were pushed back to reveal empty beds. "the b*stards." he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair as he realised they had obviously all woken up and gone down to breakfast without him. the half-blood wasn't too fussed though and instead of spending time fretting over it he changed into some warm muggle clothing and left the dorm, planning on catching up with someone before they left the great hall.
- - - - - -it was in the gryffindor common room that he spotted copper and after spending a few moments fussing over the kitten he petted her one last time and then let her fall back to sleep on the arm chair nearest the fire. he was still groggy from his sudden wake up and as a result knocked his head on the top of the portrait hole, earning himself humiliation as the fat lady took it upon herself to laugh hysterically. it wasn't even that funny. the brunette sighed, nonchalantly throwing her the bird and mentally making himself a note to not go up to the portrait hole alone for a while; he knew from past experience that the fat lady held grudges, even if you had the correct password, and george wasn't up for spending a night outside the dorm. trying to think if his dorm mates would have left the great hall by now or not, he took the moving stair cases to at a time, skipping over the trick step and skidding to a halt as he spotted drew. his fellow gryffindor was standing by a window, talking.
- - - - - -"oi, drew! morning'." he called, jogging slowly over and only then seeing the sixth year hufflepuff asleep in the window. "oh."

[carrie dee.]

➥ ｒｏｏｎｅｙ ｆａｌｌｏｎ

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ROONEYby now rooney was used to the familiar chill in her bones when she woke. the drafty dorms were somewhat of a home to the blonde, though she never felt as comfortable as she should have among the emerald and silver furniture. with a heavy sigh she sat up, her hands sinking into her emerald comforter, pulling the heavy blanket back over her bare shoulders. roo was particularly chilly this morning; the air seemed to send ice lacing through her veins. she grew cold so easily these days. rooney, letting her mind wander, began imagining the day above her. she assumed it would be cold. with a large yawn she swung her legs over the edge of her bed, each foot feeling like lead as she stood an stretched out her thin arms.
ROONEYit took her a moment to realize that she should dress and head down to the great hall for breakfast. rooney drowsily padded to her trunk and opened the heavy oak top, the hinges squeaking softly in protest. after a few moments of shuffling through garments, her fingers brushed against a soft fabric. holding tight to the thick wool sweater, roo pulled the top free from the clutches of her formal robes and uniform skirts. she took a moment to slide her green silk pajama top off, replacing it with the oatmeal-colored knit sweater. instantly she felt warmer with the thick garment hanging loosely off her small frame. soon she found a forgotten pair of dark-washed jeans and replaced them for her silky pajama bottoms. standing, roo slid on a pair if old green keds and grabbed her emerald-and-silver-striped scarf, wrapping it around her neck. her thick blonde hair was pulled up messily into a bun - she wanted nothing to do with it this morning, quite frankly. though she typically used her contacts ( for they were highly preferred ) rooney quickly reached for her glasses. it didn't cross her mind how her fellow slytherins might react; they'd never seen her with her glasses before. to keep herself busy at the breakfast table, rooney tucked a potions book under her arm.
ROONEYthe walk through the slytherin common room was a lonely one. it seemed like very few if her housemates have risen; the chaise lounges were barren, the fireplaces filled with merely embers. again rooney was struck with a chill as she hurried up the steps to the common room entrance. she kept her eyes on her feet as she slowly climbed the staircase that led to the great hall. on her journey from the dungeons rooney passed more and more students. a few familiar faces, a few unfamiliar; clarke, drew and george were all chatting on the grand staircase, elle and sophie were spotted outside. but rooney had another location in mind. already bustling with activity, the soft din of voices pouring from the great hall was warm and inviting. a quick glance out if a window confirmed roo's suspicions of it being a cold day. the fog put a damper on her mood, but she shook off the feeling.
ROONEYit looked as if none of rooney's few friends were awake. she often found it difficult to befriend others outside of the slytherin house. each house had some serious misconceptions about the slytherin students; of course, some of the stereotypes were true. she couldn't deny it. but roo felt like she didn't fall into the category of a stereotypical slytherin. she felt different. but, then again, didn't everybody? she couldn't be sure if she was truly different at all. letting the thoughts flit away like an owl carrying a message, rooney entered the great hall and steered herself to the familiar slytherin table. it wasn't very full. a few first years were clustered around an enchanted pair of dice, a third year was slowly chewing some waffles. oscar, a sixth year, was seated near the center of the table. finding herself a comfortable spot at the end if the table, roo reached for a peach and flipped open her book. it wasn't an interesting read by any means, so she hoped and prayed that a friend would find her soon, though the chances were slim. she didn't have many friends.

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( i can't tell how long this is since i'm on my phone. sorry! oh, please forgive me for any typos, too. this is pretay crappy, but oh well. i tried my best given my situation. if anybody wants to interact with her, feel free to do so! )

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[ "the mad genius" ] | [ ravenclaw ] | [ fourth year ] | [ tags: everyone basically ] | [ location: library, great hall ]
[ "There is a fine line between insanity and genius; I have erased this line." ]

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Advanced Magical Theory was not a typical old-volume-in-the-library type of book; it didn't have the old leather jacket that made a satisfying thud when dropped on the table, and it didn't have the yellow pages with carefully stenciled sprinklings of text. No, it was a brand new book, shiny and embossed, with the smell of new press rather than old glue. It was about potential theories as to how magic corresponded with science and the physical laws of the universe; Alvin Chester had been in the library all night with the book open. Part of the time, he'd been reading it, but he'd spent most of the night making notes, scribbling things on bits of parchment with his Time Turner in his pocket. Here, a doodled diagram of a singularity in spacetime, because he'd gotten distracted at one point from what he was doing; there, an equation that potentially made up for the lost and gained energy in magic. Perhaps there were transfers of energy and matter between universes, or hyperspace, when objects were vanished, due to the First Law of Thermodynamics? Perhaps this was reversed when they were conjured? But how would the atoms assemble themselves, and above all, why?
Alvin had been perusing these questions ever since he'd entered the wizarding world, a muggle-born boy for whom the word "precocious" was too tame. Alvin was a complete and total genius, and he knew it. He'd known it since he'd first assembled a computer at the age of seven. And he'd always been fascinated, enthralled by the workings of the universe, theoretical physics. This, of course, made him wonder how magic all fit in, and he'd been wondering about it - working on it - since he'd gotten that letter four years ago. It also made the Sorting Hat scream "RAVENCLAW!" almost before it had even touched his head, letting him run down to the cheering students clad in blue.
For the first time in his life, Alvin had had a home, a place to live that wasn't the street or the public library or the academy where he had gotten in only on a scholarship after inventing a machine to reduce carbon emissions in cars. And he was surrounded by Ravenclaws, like-minded people who totally understood why someone would stay up all night calculating and figuring with a large book open, even if they weren't as obsessed as he was.
Alvin looked up, blinking; light was filtering in through the windows, beams of it touching the tables and dappling the floors. In the shafts, little motes of dust glowed, floating about lazily; when Alvin shut the book with a snap, they flew into a violent spiral before settling again in the air. He put the book in his backpack, already stuffed with other volumes; the bag had been repaired by magic so many times that it was probably more enchantment than fabric at this point. Alvin heaved the bag onto his shoulders, nearly collapsing under the weight of it - ("Wingardium Leviosa," he muttered, flicking his dark brown wand at the bag) - before heading out of the library.
He'd been in there all night; sleep was unimportant to him, compared with the importance of discovery and the essentiality of science. Besides, he had the Time Turner, which meant that he'd finished all of his homework long before. This, of course, gave him the appearance of one who was thoroughly exhausted, which he offset with a cheerful, wide smile and huge, sparkling, mad eyes. Indeed, with his disheveled hair and tired yet insanely happy expression, Alvin looked like a proper madman; however, anyone who knew him would never be bothered by this, knowing that Alvin was not only very unwilling, he was also very unable to throw a punch. Not to mention the fact that if he tried to jinx them - which his pacifism wouldn't allow - they would be more worried if he were aiming for the wall next to them.
Alvin always had to win his battles with wits and words alone; never with wands, or swords, or fists, or even pudding (it was a long and banana-fraught story). He knew that the day he met someone who wouldn't listen, he'd met a battle he couldn't win.
Charismatic, leaderlike Alvin, still with all that awkwardness. Ingenious Alvin, who couldn't even walk in a straight line and had zero common sense.
Alvin was still muttering and thinking to himself as he walked along, still maintaining his genuinely gleeful smile the entire time. Some part of his mind, however, must've actually been paying attention, because he found himself near the Great Hall. "Oh, right," he said to himself, laughing, "it's morning."
He wandered in and stopped at the Ravenclaw table; his bag hovered next to the bench, and he pointed his wand, eleven inches of pine with a thestral tail hair core, at the rucksack. "Finite Incantatem," he said, his pronounciation perfect and his tone suitably firm.
The wand did nothing. Alvin imagined, quite often, that it was saying, "Nah, not today, mate. I just don't feel that magicky. Ask some other wand."
Alvin's wand was frequently disobedient, or else ignorant of his commands. He had no trouble believing Ollivander's wand shop's motto "the wand chooses the wizard," because his wand certainly had a mind of its own, which was very annoying.
"Finite Incantatem," Alvin repeated; this time, the bag dropped to the ground, the spell lifted. It made a loud thud, as fifteen separate books tend to do when simultaneously dropped.
Smiling, Alvin looked around the room, wide-eyed, for someone to talk to. Alvin was a lively person; he would talk to just about anybody. They would just have to be prepared for the strange combination of a person with plenty of charisma but absolutely no empathy, for Alvin didn't understand feelings. At all.

{{ I've finished my form for my other character, right under Alvin's... I won't post for her until she's accepted }}

[shay ;]

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those cunning folk use any mean
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year: seventh
house: ambitious slytherin
blood: pure-blood
wand: 10" aspen with
dragon heartstring
patronus: a tiger
pet: genesis, cat

location: hogwarts
feeling: drowsy, hungry
doing: waking up, eating,
looking for her friends, talking
tagged: most of the slytherin
by thought, but rooney by speech.
cat genesis if that counts.
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ANALEIGHanaleigh woke up later than usual, she normally was the first at breakfast, but today was different. she sat up on the bed, letting go of the emerald pillow she was sleeping on, looking over at the other beds, sarah was still asleep, however rooney had been far gone. the girl headed to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water, making an attemt at fully waking herself. her raven black hair pulled up into a, now messy, top knot. it took her a while to realize, she should do something. but once she did, annie headed to her trunk. the crate-like object opened with a squeek, it was the trunk her mother used when she was a young wizard, the only change made was that she replaced the hufflepuff emblem with a slytherin one. rumaging through her clothes, she found herself a tee with a black owl on it, then matching it with a soft cardigan with grey tribal print on it. anna slipped out of her pajama top and put on the chosen items. after that annie slid on a pair of jean-like leggings.
ANALEIGHannie spotted her cat perched up on the window, genesis was cute, with her black fur and brown tips, she was easy to be spotted in the daylight. she sat down next to her cat and streched her hand out to the cat's her, petting her satin fur. "hi, girl. how you doing?" she asked, the cat only purred quietly and looked out of the window, there wasn't much of a view as there was in the rest of the common rooms.
ANALEIGHlater she headed to the great hall for some breakfast, annie was fairly lucky the tables supplied everything, because she suddently got a craving for pancakes. walking up the staircase, from the dungeons, she didn't spot many familiar faces, there were a few hufflepuffs near the entrance to the hall, but that was about it. once there, ann looked around, while slowly heading towards the slytherin table. at the far end she spotted rooney; who was reading a book. annie slowly, but quietly went there, until only a few steps away. "hey." she said, suddently. trying to startle her on purpose, then sitting down next to her.

[aurie]

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robbie lennon is a proud,
pureblood ravenclaw in her
seventh year at hogwarts.
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she is currently with elle in
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have a crush on anybody yet.
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one of robbie's [few] weaknesses was waking up in the mornings. at about two in the morning, she would find herself aimlessly staring at the ceiling. hours later, it was nearly impossible to drag herself out of her bed when it was time for her classes. luckily, today was a rather unappealing, gloomy saturday.

by the time roberta had stumbled out of her sheets and put on her favorite swear and jeans, half of her roommates were already and about around campus. she grabbed a few of her books off the rickety desk in the corner- one of her favorite places to be, by the way. it wasn't really a good morning for breakfast, so she decided it would be nice to just go study for awhile. most of her textbooks were either still untouched and the last thing robbie needed to do was fall behind her fellow ravenclaws. they were all friends, but when it came to academics everything was a competition. it didn't matter what subject or topic; you have to be on your game.

as she made her way down the grand staircase, robbie hoped to see one of her friends roaming about so she didn't look utterly alone. she figured she could probably find elle in one of her most know whereabouts- a courtyard underneath the clock tower. she noticed that her roommate hung out there more often than not. hoping maybe she could spend the morning out there too, robbie made her way outside. the misty, cold air nipped at her cheeks and nose as she hurried towards the outline of elle's body. her hair whipped across her face and back and roberta instantly regretted not pinning it up into some messy hairdo before she left her room.

"hey, elle. do you mind if i sit and study with you?" she asked breathlessly when she came within hearing distance. unlike the other students in their sixth year, roberta actually liked miss fernne. apparently, she wasn't the only one. there were plenty of guys who were stumbling over their feet to sit next to elle or even just talk to her. nothing like that has, or ever will happen to a girl like robbie. not that she minded anymore. while taking a seat with her belongings clutched to her chest, roberta tried to see the title of elle's book. "whatcha reading, anyway?"

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darragh o'rielly is a flirty,
pureblood slytherin in his
seventh year at hogwarts.
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he is currently with rooney and annie
in the great hall. he has a small
crush on rooney.
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darragh was one of the few who were up bright and early in the slytherin house. most of them were nocturnal instead of early risers. undoubtedly, he was not one of those people. a good start to his day made it that much better and that much more fun to ruin someone else's already awful morning. it wasn't news to anybody that darragh was a total pain in the butt- it wasn't his fault since his whole house was known for being rude. fortunately, he could care less what everyone thought of him.

after what seemed like endless roaming and picking on first years, he waved goodbye to his friends [more like fans] and sauntered off to the great hall. the only people he left alone were other slytherins even though a good few of them needed to be taught a lesson. for example, the kids who thought it was okay to take blame for any of their mishaps or trouble making schemes. that's not how it worked. humming to himself while walking down the aisle, darragh searched for a place to sit to enjoy breakfast. at the end of the table he noticed rooney sitting with a book and annie right beside her. perfect.

"mind if i join you ladies?" he questioned, right before sliding in across from rooney. he couldn't remember when he started to favor her more than the other girls at hogwarts. they were almost complete opposites, even if they were in the same house. he just found her a lot more interesting than everyone else.

[ooc; yeah, it's like 3 am so sorry if these are rubbish. especially darragh. i didn't want to write the same thing i did for robbie.
by the way deffs, i changed robbie's last name. clemmeth didn't sound right to me haha.]