☪ the very first page ☪ | hogwarts | closed

[blackbird.]

The words stare back at you. What a strange thing to write. And on the very first page. You glance around at the other three, a little unnerved at their presence. You still don't quite know how it ended up like this. It was the four of you in the library, minding your own business, when one of you (no one actually remembers who) picked up a book. You were curious, and apparently so were the others. It was a queer group of you, all sixth year students, one from each of the four houses.

You didn't know what was coming up, so you just went with it and flipped to the next page. It was empty. The next page was empty too. You were about to speak, object that it was some sort of prank, until the pages began moving on their own. The movement of pages stops right in the middle of the book. Then a bright light shines out from it and engulfs you.

Hogwarts. That's where you end up. You can't help but feel relieved at the fact that it was all a figment of your imagination. But you pause. Where's everybody else? The corridors and hallways are deserted, with only you and the other three. That's when you realise that you're not actually in Hogwarts. You're in the book. And you have to get back to your life by defeating whoever is controlling the book. You have to solve the impossible riddles he (or she) is leaving you. You have to fulfill the prophecy you were destined to live.

And it all started from the very first page.

[blackbird.]

r u l e s

one.follow all cs rules. i suggest you check them out if you're not familiar with them.
two.this roleplay is semi-literate, which means at least 6-8 lines per post.
three.one character per person since there are limited spots. forms are to be posted on the discussion thread. spots are filled on a first come-first serve basis.
four.pm me a writing sample from any past roleplay as well as a 200x200 picture of your faceclaim in order to reserve a character. reservations last 24 hours and forms have to completed within 48 hours.
five.remove signatures when posting on this thread. use font size 75-90 when posting.
six.join only if you can commit. if you think that maybe you can't post once in two days then maybe it's best not to join.

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name: caroline magnolia joseph
age: seventeen
gender: female
house: gryffindor
blood status: half-blood
patronus: andean condor
user: onceuponamonday

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name: elliot mauve
age: seventeen
gender: male
house: slytherin
blood status: pure-blood
patronus: tiger
user: daz

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name: aubrey wellington
age: seventeen
gender: female
house: hufflepuff
blood status: half-blood
patronus: coyote
user: starlord

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name: landon o'connor
age: seventeen
gender: male
house: ravenclaw
blood status: pure-blood
patronus: hedgehog
user: chickennugget63

[blackbird.]

Plot events

3 Jan | Roleplay opened; discussion thread formed
4 Jan | Roleplay closed; all spots taken
5 Jan | Roleplay started




Relationships
Caroline | Elliot | Aubrey | Landon

Carrie -- positive --> Elliot.
Carrie -- neutral --> Aubrey.
Carrie -- negative --> Landon.

Elliot -- positive/negative --> Carrie.
Elliot -- neutral --> Aubrey.
Elliot -- positive --> Landon.

Aubrey-- positive/neutral -->Carrie.
Aubrey -- neutral --> Elliot.
Aubrey -- positive --> Landon.

Landon -- neutral --> Carrie.
Landon -- positive/neutral --> Elliot.
Landon -- positive --> Aubrey.

[blackbird.]

The four of you appear back in the library, which is now in completely empty. You are in the same clothes you were wearing when you opened the book. If you were to look out the window, you would find that the weather is exactly the same - the chill of winter still lingering in the air, giving way to spring. The clock on the wall read the same time as when you were absorbed into the book. Even the book which had caused this still lay on the table you found it on.

If you didn't know better, you may have thought that nothing changed, that you were still in the library doing whatever you were doing. But even though it was the same, it was different. The walls were older and there were more books on more shelves. Everything was much older than the new Hogwarts you were used to. Then there's also the fact that the school is extremely quiet. Too quiet. There is no buzz of conversation in the neighbouring rooms, no shuffling of footsteps in the corridor, no brushing of robes against an object. There was nothing except silence.

[blackbird.]

l a n d o n . o ' c o n n o r
ravenclaw | quidditch captain and chaser | sixth year | seventeen

>>>Landon blinked, and the bright light was already gone. He was back in the library, standing at the exact same spot as he was when he opened the book. The first thing that struck him was confusion. Where was he, exactly? He was in the Hogwarts library, but no. It looked different. Everything looked so much older. The walls had more wear, which was odd considering Hogwarts was only recently rebuilt, after the Battle of Hogwarts. He didn't like jumping to conclusions, but the obvious thought was that he jumped through time. Perhaps the book was like a time-turner, and he went back into the past. Or the future. He looked around at the library, thinking. If it were the future, things would look more modern. Even if the strong magic had an effect on technology, he was sure that in the future wizards would have invented items similar to the muggle world but not affected by magic. So he must be in the past. And the cause of bringing him there was still sitting on the table, looking as innocent as ever.

But the book still remained a mystery. So he went back to what he was doing, trying to remember every vivid detail. He was in the library, reading up and doing his work like he always did. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, it was strange that there were only a few people in the library that day, but it was excusable since the weather was great and most people were out enjoying the sun which had only just reappeared after winter. He had gotten several books he wanted to read, and placed them on the table. Still, nothing unusual. That was when he noticed another book on the neighbouring table. He thought maybe it was part of his own pile but had dropped it. A reasonable assumption. So he went over to take a look at it. Some others joined him, and the book was flipped open. He remembered the six words staring back at him, then there was the flipping of pages - all blank - and a bright light. And he ended up there. With three other students.

It was then that he focused on the people he was with. A Gryffindor - Carrie. Ah yes, Landon knew her. A hardworking girl, who had friends but no close friends, he recalled. A Slytherin - Elliot. One of the only other non-Ravenclaws who actually liked charms. And a Hufflepuff - Aubrey. The ever friendly and typical girl. He would have appreciated another Ravenclaw around, but he supposed he could have been stuck with worse people. "Alright," he started, clearing this throat and facing them. "We're here. I don't know where 'here' is, exactly. But I have a feeling this could be the past, looking at how old everything is. So this has to be before the second wizarding war, maybe even before the first. The question is how we got here, and what that book could have done to us." He made a conscious effort to nod at the book lying on the table in case the others didn't see it there.

[auroraphoenix]

{{ Haha that starter was great. I'm on mobile, so I'm unsure of the length, but i will edit when on a computer!}}
aubrey { tags - everyone }

It always had to be me, Aubrey though bitterly, as the light as bright as fire disappeared. It made Aubrey feel nautious, but not to the point where she would throw up. Her head aches, and she was very dizzy. Aubrey, in fact, stumbled around a little bit, her senses disorganised. However, seeing everyone else with her - Elliot, Landon, and Carrie - assured the witch a little bit. Aubrey turned in a circle, her mind rushing with possible ideas as to where the heck she could be. It was like an old library, except with about ten times the amount of books a normal library had. Aubrey looked back at the three other teens, sending each of them a curious glance. "For the record, if this was any of you guys, your tombstone will read, 'death by Aubrey.'" The girl pointed at all of them, waving her finger. Of course, she wouldn't be that mad at these people if one of them had done this. Aubrey had to admit, this place did look pretty cool. It looked like somewhere Aubrey could go in her free time. As Landon spoke, she turned around to face him, her eyes narrowing, looking into dead space. Her all-time think pose. "Yeah, I suppose it could be another wizard war, but why a library, of all places?" Aubrey countered, trying to process where she was. A library, nobody here, only the four of them. Nothing fit together, but somehow they had to, like a puzzle. She just couldn't figure out how. "I just don't understand how a book could've transported us to somewhere like here. Is that even possible?" She paused a moment, in her ramble, nodding her head side to side, the question answered already. "I guess it just has to be possible. I still don't understand though, nor do I know where I am." Aubrey ran a hand through her short brown hair, her fingers tapping anxiously against her legs.

Aubrey snapped her fingers a couple of times, thinking she had an idea, but lost it as soon as she had it. Maybe the others would know. She just kept racking her brain for a plausible idea, but nothing came to mind. It began to frustrate the young witch, causing her to start pacing around the library. She murmured almost crazily, but merely speaking out the ideas to herself. Suddenly, Aubrey had some sort of an idea, but needed confirmation. Aubrey looked to all the witch and wizards in the room, looking as if a lightbulb had suddenly gone off in her mind. Maybe, if she were correct, Aubrey could pry the answer out of them. Besides, she needed all the help she could get. Aubrey wasn't too confident on her idea. She could be dead wrong. "How would the book get energy to do this? Landon, what was the book titled?"

[nnewtscamander]

caroline magnolia joseph - gryffindor - currently confused as hell and very hungry

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There are moments when Carrie wishes that she was a muggle. This is most definitely one of those times.

All week long Carrie had been working on a particularly difficult Herbology assignment. That was why she was at the library. In fact, she had been at the library for quite a while. Time had gotten away from her while she was trying to complete the assignment. It had been hours since Carrie first set up on a quiet table towards the back of the library when she finally gave her eyes a break from looking at the tiny print in books about various magical flora and fauna she probably didn't care all that much about. Looking around at the reasonably deserted library, she realized that she had let two important things go unnoticed: her hunger, as she hasn't eaten since the cup of tea and slice of toast she had this morning, and her left leg, which had been afflicted by pins and needles for longer than it probably should have gone on. So, Carrie resolved to walk about the library a bit, figuring that, when she got back to her assignment, the little break would help her miraculously understand the concept of magical botany and therefore let her finish her work quickly, go find a bite to eat in the great hall, and retire to her common room for a well deserved nap.

Needless to say, that was not that case. She told herself not to intervene when, on her third lap around the library, she noticed a few other students examining a curious book. But, for some ghastly reason, she did it anyways. Now instead of everything going to plan, she's found herself transported god knows where with god knows who. Well, actually, she does know who. By choosing not to socialize and deciding to be more reserved, Carrie allowed herself to take particular time observing her fellow students. So, though she was not quite acquainted with any of them, she most definitely recognized the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Of course, there still is the matter of where. That was one thing Carrie did not know.

Due to her confusion towards her whereabouts, she payed close attention to what the Ravenclaw said. Leave it to the Ravenclaw to analyze and focus on the situation quick as a hare. In contrast, the only thing Carrie was able to 'analyze and focus on' was the volume of her rumbling stomach. Opening her mouth to complain, she was cut off by the Hufflepuff's reply. The Hufflepuff, who's name is Aubrey, ended her addition to the conversation with a question which Carrie had not the time nor patience for. So, she resolved to make an addition to the conversation of her own.

Her voice was groggy and highly accented, as per the fact that she wasn't doing much chit-chatting in the hours she spent studying alone, but she managed to half bark, half mumble a clear, Now, all that is right and mighty fine and I'm sure we'd all love to find out what the name of the lovely book is, sarcasm always was her strong suit although she turned it down for her conclusion, But, I think you're missing the big picture. That being, I'm bloody starvin' over here and until we know where we are there's no way telling where the food are. Er, is.

[daz]

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elliot mauve . slytherin . qudditch seeker . tag{s};; all
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elliot had merely been studying, innocently sat back in one of the uncomfortable wooden chairs the library possessed. he'd reclined to try and feel a bit more pleasant, propping his long legs up on the desk before him. the librarian scolded him for it, however, so he reluctantly moved his feet back to the floor. by then, he wasn't even studying anymore. boredom overwhelmed him, forcing him into quite the significant "funk". studying was extremely boring, and it involved nothing exhilarating or even remotely fun whatsoever. he despised this subject anyway. herbology. it was petty, in his opinion, for anyone to require the knowledge gained from such a class. who needed to learn about plants? especially those worthless ones that screamed their heads off once raised from the pot. they, to him, served no purpose other than annoyance. he'd quickly stuffed the hollering thing into his dirt-filled pot, whacking his fist against the top of the dirt for good measure. stupid plants. stupid herbology. stupid school. elliot exhaled loudly, his breath forcing a stray strand of fringe to scoot back into place. without anything better to do, he settled on people-watching. however, this certainly hadn't lasted long. he instantly found something that commanded his attention, forcing him to stand and walk over. an open book, completely empty. why had people gathered around it, then? he'd hoped for a humorous picture, or an inappropriate knock-knock joke that related back to one of the professor's overly large noses. anything would've been better than this blank book, which he soon discovered had begun to glow. before he could fully react to such a wonder, he and the others gazing down at it were practically inhaled inside of it.

well, this certainly was new. elliot blinked a few times to try and assure himself that he wasn't imagining things, and that he'd definitely just been sucked into a book, of all things? to be entirely honest, this likely looked a lot like something he could pull off. place a dummy book next to an unsuspecting student, they open it, he casts a spell and they're teleported somewhere. it would be all in good humor, and everyone would think it beautifully hilarious, but it wasn't his work. el had been just as startled as the others to enter the book, so he didn't have a clue. perhaps it was still a prank, but it had someone else's grimy fingerprints on it? the idea made sense, but how would anyone pull such a thing off? they were back in the library, however it looked far more ancient than before. the hustle and bustle of his fellow piers had completely vanished without a trace, as if he'd completely imagined their presence in the first place. elliot furrowed his brows, getting a bit uneasy. if he couldn't think of anyone capable of doing such a thing, then who on earth had? and why, as well? what were their motives?

elliot snapped back into reality when the others began to chime in. he frowned, a bit disoriented at first. there were others? well, wasn't he ever-so-clever? he had neglected to even notice the others, thinking he was alone. his chocolate gaze flitted in each of their directions, carefully assessing who he'd landed himself with. landon, a ravenclaw he knew from charms class. they hadn't spoken much, but the brunette could easily identify him. there were more ravenclaws that favored charms than he could count on his two hands, but only landon would take notice of the lone slytherin that did as well. there was also aubrey, a hufflepuff girl he didn't know as well. he couldn't form any sort of opinion of her on the spot, but the first word he thought of was "small". everyone was usually small in comparison to him, however, so the identification was ridiculous enough to ignore. then finally, there was a gryffindor. carrie. immediately his mind went to the thought of "ugh", but he quickly shook it off. how shameful of him it would be to condone to the stereotype "slytherins hate gryffindors". she was another that he couldn't consider familiar, however she made herself quite noticeable as she began to complain about her hunger. elliot couldn't prevent an eye roll; knowing it was likely rude of him but not being able to help it.

"your hunger is the least of our concerns, unfortunately," elliot replied, pretending to sound upset as he "broke the news" to carrie. he crossed his arms over his chest, his expression tired and still rather bored. he hardly listened to landon and aubrey as they began to assess the situation, not wanting to hear their jumpy explanations as to why they were there. he didn't know either, and it would be a lie to say that he didn't care, but he couldn't help it. so, he tried to feign at least a slight amount of curiosity to show enthusiasm to the cause. "should we walk around a bit? staying in one place could get a little exhausting. perhaps we could figure out more by seeing more?" he suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

[blackbird.]

l a n d o n . o ' c o n n o r
ravenclaw | quidditch captain and chaser | sixth year | seventeen

>>>Landon frowned slightly, admittedly disappointed. He was hoping that there would be more discussion and bouncing of ideas on the where and how they got to where they were. Aubrey was trying to help, but the key word there was trying. She seemed a little insane, with the way she walked around, snapping her fingers and talking to herself. It was really quite strange, and Landon watched her in curiosity and amusement. Trust the Hufflepuff to be amusing, he thought. But she threw out a few good questions, questions which intrigued Landon and got him thinking, something he really liked doing. She looked beyond the where and how, asking about the why. It was a good question, since he had also wondered what the motive of someone could be if they wanted to transport them there. He thought that it could be a prank, but why target them? The four of them had nothing in common. He didn't share any one class with all three of them, and they were all from four separate houses. The only thing was that they were sixth years and seventeen-year-olds. But why the four of them? He couldn't fathom it.

Another good question Aubrey asked was about the title. Well, not exactly good, since he didn't see a correlation between the title of the book and anything else. But interesting, and interesting could mean good. Perhaps Hufflepuffs could be helpful, after all. And he wouldn't say it aloud, but he was quite proud that she addressed him directly. Like he was the smartest one of the group and had all the answers. That was untrue, though. He didn't have any answers at all. But it was still nice to be asked about the important questions. He was about to respond when Carrie spoke. And she spoke with sarcasm. Landon has never really been a big fan of snide and sarcastic remarks, especially when the remark was self-centred. There was a real and actual problem, waiting to be solved, and there she was, thinking about how hungry she was. It was a valid concern, yes, but untimely and uncalled for. And apparently he wasn't the only one who thought so, because Elliot chimed in with another sarcastic comment. What was up with these people and sarcasm? At least Elliot's comment wasn't self-centred. And Elliot provided another option, too. Landon would have preferred more Ravenclaw minds, but it wasn't too bad if there were other types of thinkers.

After listening to everyone, he then spoke. First, he addressed Carrie."I have to agree with Elliot here. Getting out of this place is the most important priority. And once we get back, then you can get some food. Sorry. But don't worry, you can survive three weeks without food," he said matter-of-factly, hoping he didn't sound like he was gloating. He thought he sounded quite mean, but to be fair, she did kind of deserve it. He didn't know she was that conceited, but he supposed he learnt more about people every day. Either that or her hunger was making her incredibly irritable. Once that was done, he turned to Elliot. "You may be right," he told the Slytherin, his brows pulled into a small frown as he thought about it. "But Aubrey has a point, too." He glanced at the Hufflepuff girl as he addressed the three of them. "We shouldn't give up on the book just yet. It brought us here, right? Maybe it could bring us back." But that was also risky, becuase what if it brought them further back in time? Landon didn't say that part, though. It was best not to scare everyone like that. He took about a second to observe the library before he hesitantly walked towards the book and examined it. It looked completely plain from the outside, just black, void of any words or designs. He turned to face Aubrey. "There isn't any title on the book. Why did you ask about it?"