welcome to hogwarts {closed}

[queenadorkable]

Shaylene Carter
• female • 16 • Ravenclaw • Nearly Bored • History Class • Tagged: Nobody •
Shaylene smiled softly to herself as the boy sat behind her. She figured that was fine enough and she looked to the other side of her, noticing another Ravenclaw girl beside her. She offered her a small smile before looking back up to the ghostly figure as he continued on about the Goblin war. She began to scratch down notes, her eyes following the paper, slumping ever so slightly to the side.
She was always fairly good about keeping up with notes, marking down key points and knowing she'd have everything under wraps. If she needed to she'd even go back and add notes from the history book later on. She looked at the textbook which she'd pulled out upon request and followed the words. She shook her head in amusement. The ghost was so old that he was actually reciting from the book. She idly wondered if he wrote it.

Timothy Lane
• Male • 17 • Hufflepuff • Sleepy • History Class • Tagged: None • Keeper •
Timothy looked up at Skylar, head tilting slightly and he watched the back of her head a moment before he looked back down to the text book. He'd never really paid very much attention to her before. He hummed softly to himself, following along as the ghost read along with the text.
His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly in concentration as he tried to focus on staying awake. He squeezed his eyes shut occasionally, his eyes shutting and he licked his lips and he let his hands curl in his lap, resting his head against the cold page of the text book.

[Phantom's Opera]

(Sorry, haven't been on much! Is it alright if I sort of stick Nick in potions?)

N I C K ~ Tagged: His class?

Nick Sat in potions, his cauldron before him on the desk. He was sitting in front of Felicity, and beside a kid he hadn't really talked to much. But hey? There is always a chance to make new friends, right? He had set hi heavy bag on the dungeon floor besides his chair. He pulled out the ingredients he needed for the potion they were instructed to brew. He pulled out a textbook and turned to the page with the potion. Slowly, he read each direction, and added the ingredients accordingly. Potions sucked, in his opinion. Running a hand through his hair, he turned around, and noticed an empty seat by Felicity. Moving his cauldron, he sat down next to her. His potion was already mostly finished, but it wasn't the right color. Potions wasn't his worst subject, but he was better, way better, at defense against the dark arts. Running a hand through his hair, he laughed and looked at Felicity's potion. "Help" Was the only word he said, and smiled. "My potion is kind of a failure, what the heck did I do wrong?" He said to Felicity. he had always been the best in their class at potions, pretty much since first year. He sat down, and looked at the oddly colored potion.s

(Ahh, short!!!)

[minho]

antonio verdex | ravenclaw | seventh year | tagged ;; fae

by the way students were bustling around the common area, he knew class had already begun. what a shame, him and fae would be late. what a great way to start out a friendship. "you know instead of sitting at your hufflepuff table you can always chill with the ravens." antonio offered as he walked with fae to their history class. it was no use commenting on how late they were. this would be the fourth time to the same class. ravenclaws were smart and wise, but antonio did not just have time to sit and learn on what happened in the past. sure, if you learnt it then you never made the same mistakes. but it wasn't like any of them were a tom riddle. "we're so late," he commented through their stroll, watching as the corridors became decreasingly empty. he had no great excuse for being tardy so he might as well just tell the truth - making a new friend was more important than history.

[_caramel]

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felicity abanon meyers
felicity had begun to work on her potion, failing to open her book for direction as she added pinches and sprinkles of each of the ingredients. she was nearly finished adding the strands of dandelion root to her fizzing brew, when Nick, who she hadn't even noticed was sitting in front of her walked over to sit in the seat next to her. she tipped her head in greeting and continued on her potion, which now left wisps of light blue fog in the air just above her cauldron, until she heard him speak up beside her, asking for help. she didn't need to respond to his question for assistance, only act upon it, because she knew he wasn't the best in potions, so she leaned over and looked into his cauldron, the substance within a strange shade of brown. "hmm," she said, biting her lip as she searched through her memory, "i think you need to add more haliwinkles," she said, pointing to a peculiar looking ingredient on the table "ya, because you used too many porcupine quills." with that, felicity added the last of her newt eyes and sat back, waiting for her own potion to finish brewing.

[stricklyspagetti]

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{ Tagged:. Ravenclaw;Hufflepuff } { Feeling?:. Bored } { Where?:. History } { Seer } { Quidditch cptn. and Beater }

Monroe smiled. She got out her wand when the Professor was not looking, and whispered Aquimenti, and sprinted him in the face with water before saying the reverse. "Did that wake you?" she asked, leaning forward slightly, her large caramel eyes fill with hope. Monroe turned in her textbook, and then turned again back to Timothy, when she heard her name.

"Hey Abigail!" she said, turning around. She was on her Quidditch team, which made her a great friend to her. Everybody that was on her Quidditch team was her great friend really. Monroe's mind wandered to Antonio. Where was he? He was in Ravenclaw- he was supposed to be in her class. She had even fought off anybody that tried to sit to her left, because she saved it for Antonio.

[reasonable.]

[quote="reasonable."]

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"the troublemaker"|Rowan Michael King
location = Potions
gender = Male
age = 17
Mood = Bored and a bit Worried
Tagged = Rowan and Potions Class
Quidditch = Beater
Pictures of him = x x x
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Rowan looked up at Professer Slughorn. He had barely been listening, too focused on other things around the classroom before he heard the word partner. Of course they had to try randomly object potions that could kill them- who could trust an old man like Slughorn? Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, he watched as the liquids were passed around, half of him eager to try but the other half edgy. Turning to his left, he noticed the red haired Gryffindor girl he was going to be partners with. She had a pale face and beautiful blue eyes- she wasn't half too bad as a partner. Wasn't she a good student too? He shrugged before watching as the liquid was set in front of them. There was no way he was going to drink that- but the way the others looked at it made him feel a bit odd. When had no hesitance as he chugged it down. He made a small look of disgust but turned to look at the other Rowan. "So.. we're partners I guess." He murmured, thrumming his fingernails together. He averted eye contact for a bit, still nervous about the potion- he shouldn't have been. Losing dignity, that's what he was doing. He had no clue what things they were even supposed to be trying to put in them also, so he was relying on Rowan, as usual, to help him out on this. Biting his lip as a liquid and a few ingrediants were set out on his table, he grabbed his notebook to find it chewed up and destroyed from breakfast. Muttering a few very unhappy words under his breath, he gave a sheepish look towards her before setting it down again and sighing. "Let's see if this works.." He murmured before holding up an ingredient that looks somewhat useful. He prayed that Professor Slughorn hadn't put a few trick one's in here as he watched it melt into the liquid, causing it to fizz before calming again. He was in trouble. Looking over at Rowan, he hoped that he wouldn't be ruining her grade by doing this anyhow, but he didn't have a choice, really.

I was wondering.. should I make the potion have a side-effect on Rowan just for drama? Or is that a bit too much? c:

[Dragonette_11]

{ @reasonable. Just wanted to point out that Rowan doesn't have any freckles whatsoever and has light, grey-blue eyes x3

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In Potions
Class
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With Rowan K.
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Single & Thinks
Nick is Attractive,
but Nothing More

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At the word 'partner', Rowan's eyes rolled up towards the ceiling. Looking around, she saw that every Gryffindor had a partner, which only bettered her day. That meant she'd be working with one of those snobby Slytherins. Oh, what a joy and honor that'd be. Her eyes dashed off to pick off the odd Slytherin, a boy whom she knew to be on the Slytherin quidditch team. It also just had to be the one that shared her name, or at least he was putting the name to proper use while he was male and she was female.

Rowan had initially expected some snide comment from him, but she found herself dumbstruck when he did no such thing to be rude to her in any way. She hadn't said anything until he gave her a look that told her that he had no honest idea of what he was doing. Sighing, she combed her bangs back through her fingers and glanced over to the directions for the potion. "You've just added too much. Here, this should even things out," she told him in a soft voice, picking up an ingredient from the table and dropping it in gently..

[PenguinObsession]

Iʀɪs Hᴜɴᴛ
female•18•single•slytherin•working•
tagged: thadeus

Iris shot an icy glare at the boy. "Yes so what?" She said bite in her voice. Around her follow Slytherins Iris was cunning, crafty and could be down right mean. The white haired girl had a white hot temper that her whole house had come victim to one time or another. "Is Thadues jealous of a Gryffindor?" Iris cooed her tone mocking. She quickly got out her silver knife and brass scales and went to work on making the potion the pair of them would share. Without looking up from her potions books she pushed some mint leaves in front of him. "Be useful and chop these. They need to me in 1 centimeter by 1 centimeter squares."

{ idk what to type for Skylar. Anyone wanna chat with her? }

[lokison]

Pepper Labonair - 17 - Slytherin - Crush: James & Rowan K - Potions Class - With No One
She had entered class a little late so didn't have any good seats however there were some in the back corner so she silently walked over to the enpty table and sat down getting her books out. She glanced round seeing a few familiar faces one of which was Rowan. She sighed silently. Truthfully, she would have loved to be paired up with him but she had been too late. Late, on her first day great this wasn't going so good. She leaned her head on her hand as she stared into thin air. She barley heard what Professor Slughorn had said they were doing. Her mind wondered back to her home. Her father playing the piano while shed play with their Irish Setter Redbeard. The thought of her old dog saddened her more as hed past away a few years ago. He had been fifteen years old which was really good for his breed. But Pepper had known him her whole life and each time he came into her head, shed end up in tears. Sometimes she just wished that she could forget about him.

Lincoln Jaspers - 17 - Gryfindor - Crush: Iris - In Potions
The charming gryfindor walked into Potions and went to sit by the back with a few other gryfindors. He looked forward and saw Iris. He smiled softly before making a origami swan and sending it over to her. He waited as she noticed it.

(Sorry for lame post)

[queenadorkable]

Shaylene Carter
• female • 16 • Ravenclaw • Nearly Bored • History Class • Tagged: Nobody •
Shaylene let her finger tap softly against the quill and she licked her lips. She'd finished writing down all the important notes and she set down the quill, watching the ghost as he paced back and forth, hovering over the floor ever so slightly the way most ghosts do. Her bangs fell into her face and she sighed out, blowing them out slightly and she let her hand rest against the palm of her hand, her eyes shutting a moment before they opened once again. She mumbled a soft enchantment under her breath and changed the color of the ink to a different color.
She turned it to a different page and pulled it out, scribbling down a small note, glancing over at Skylar and she hummed softly. 'Get all the notes down?' she scribbled down before folding it up and pushing it over to the girl beneath the table. She smiled softly and let her gaze flicker over to the professor again.

Timothy Lane
• Male • 17 • Hufflepuff • Surprised • History Class • Tagged: Monroe • Keeper •
Timothy jumped slightly and he blinked a few times, nodding. "Yeah.. Definitely awake.." he mumbled softly, his eyes a bit wider than normal and he licked his lips softly, his eyes flickering up to the front and he hummed, sitting up a bit straighter and he hummed low in his throat. He looked over the textbook and he licked his lips softly, not really bothering to pay attention to any of the lesson. He always crammed last minute and he knew it was a bad decision.
He brought his hands up and rubbed at his eyes, his eyes shutting and he slumped back into the seat after a moment, his arms folding across his stomach and he let his head loll back behind against the back of the chair.