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school // hogwarts ; hufflepuff ; yr 7

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if there was one thing wendy excelled at, it was panicking. that, and being late to, well, nearly everything.

it just so happened that she had done both the morning of one of the most important days of her life. after wendy was awoken by the soft charming of her alarm clock, she lazily plucked her wand out from under her pillow, mumbling, “accio alarm clock.” the small sphere flew into her hands, and wendy nearly dropped it when her mind, fogged with sleep, managed to work out the placement of the hands. it read 9:00.

in one swift motion, wendy threw the covers off of herself and sprung up, throwing the curtains of her canopy bed aside. she pushed her fingers through her knotted mess of hair, cursing herself silently. she was sure there was some sort of spell that could have charmed her into waking up early, but earlier that year she had secretly visited a muggle shop and fallen in love with that funny little alarm clock. oh, the things muggles dreamed up. however, now she regretted it - bitterly. how had she set the alarm for nine, when she had meant it to be seven? now she wasn’t even late for breakfast - she had missed it. more importantly, she had missed the goblet choosing the names of those who were to compete in the triwizard tournament. and if it had picked her and she wasn’t there …

wendy’s stomach twisted painfully. she clasped a hand over her mouth, suppressing a sob. it was silly, really, to cry over something that might have not been, but this was her only chance to be someone that her family would be proud of. she wanted this more than anything. and she had slept right through it.

a sigh slipped through wendy’s lips as she pulled on her hogwarts uniform. she wouldn’t dawdle; even though she had missed the choosing she still had classes, and would probably face consequences if she was any later for them. wendy hastily tugged a brush through her tangled hair and combed it into a ponytail. she fixed her yellow-and-black hufflepuff tie into place as she threw open the door to her dormitory, jogging through the hufflepuff common room and crawling through the portrait hole. she hastened gracelessly down several staircases (making sure to hop over the disappearing step), and was about to exit the castle to make her way to her first and favorite class, herbology, when she was halted by a hogwarts professor. he inquired why she was leaving the castle and why she was not in the great hall.

confused but hopeful, wendy backtracked, opening one of the large oak doors with a bit of a struggle. she felt weak with relief as her eyes swept over the room. there were quite a few students already there, but it was obvious that neither breakfast nor the choosing had started yet.

“morning,” wendy chirped to about half a dozen people (including freyja, who she was not particularly fond of … at all), making her way to the hufflepuff table and slid in next to a fifth year student who had his nose buried in a textbook.

[gently]

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hogwarts; gryffindor; team five; fear of water; tagged: none, open

nate's morning began like pretty much every other - with the sounds of his roommates obnoxiously loud voices filling the boys' dormitory of gryffindor tower, clearly not interested in letting anyone else get in a few more minutes of sleep before the day really began. if anyone needed a little more time peacefully dozing under the warm covers on this particular morning, it was nate. he'd been awake late into the night, restless with a strange mixture of anticipation, excitement and nervousness for the selection of the triwizard competitors. he'd tossed his own scrawled name into the goblet at the first opportunity he'd gotten, watching the oddly coloured flames swallow the little scrap of paper whole.

now that the morning had come when twelve names would reappear and the champions would be revealed, nate found that all of those emotions that had refused to let him close his eyes the night before were still there, just as pronounced as they had been. the boy lazily dragged himself out of bed, making little effort to fix his inky black hair which was sticking up at a variety of angles and got dressed. as he was adjusting his red and gold tie he picked up bits of the conversations happening around him, mostly involving the ceremony that would be happening momentarily. a few of his housemates attempted to include him in the conversation but his responses were mostly just nods and grunts. he wasn't typically a morning person and today his mind was simply somewhere else.

he made his way to the great hall, accompanied by a few others who were still idly talking among themselves. now more awake he made some effort to be a better conversational companion, but his thoughts continued to rudely drift back to that little piece of paper with his full name spelled out on it in his own messy handwriting. he wanted to be chosen, he really did, though he couldn't decide why exactly. but he'd known from the moment it was announced that he wanted to be a part of this tournament and when the dangerous history of the goblet of fire had been recounted, his desire to participate only heightened.

the great hall was beginning to fill up by the time nate's small group made their way through the grand double doors and over towards the gryffindor table. the usual hum of conversation was there and it was probable that everyone was talking about the same thing. nate took a seat near the end of the table with an empty space on one side and a few familiar faces on the other and was greeted by a few other gryffindors. he rested his elbows on the table and leaned his head onto one of his hands, eyes drawn towards the goblet which was still sitting at the front of the hall. by this point pretty much everyone who wanted to enter had done so. nate wondered briefly how many names were in there. when he'd put his own name in the crowd surrounding the goblet had been large, though it seemed many of them were just there to watch and cheer.

one of his housemates sitting next to him elbowed him gently to bring him back to the conversation once again. he shuffled away from the touch but turned his head to listen anyway, just wanting time to hurry up so he could know already. students were really starting to pile through the doors now; he probably could have gotten in a few extra minutes of sleep.

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Tʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ Kᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ ᴜᴘ. Sʜᴇ ʟɪᴇs ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴅ,
rubbing her eyes trying to get the 'sand' out of her eyes.rolling everywhere
in her bed trying to get comfortable. she finally moves the curtain and rubs
the steam on the window meanwhile getting lost in her thoughts till the sky
got lighter and more orange. Katherine unconsciously was drawing flowers
over and over with her index finger for quit some time.

she looked away and found someone woken up, changed in her uniform and
doing her hair in front of the mirror. It looks like she was trying to make a
bun out of her hair but fails to succeed. Practice always makes perfect.
Katherine got up and offer her to do her hair for her. She couldn't resist and
wanted to waste time. Her long messy curly, cream colour hair, soft to the
touch. As she was doing her hair, Katherine tries to dig a conversation out
of her.

But she refuses to talk back. guessing she is shy or she hates me for
some reason. afterwards doing her hair which she liked a lot and had to
admit it suited her very well.Katherine in her pajamas still finally decided to
change into her Hogwarts uniform. she gazes herself in the mirror and decides
she also wants to make a bun out of her hair. By the time she finishes, other
students woke up and left. Katherine enjoys to think a lot and take her time
unlike others.

She makes her way down stairs to join the slytherin table with a phew others.
Joining the same girl earlier with the bun she made for her . Katherine looked
up and saw the goblet. It gave her chills and a memory. Her brother dared her
to put her name in the goblet of fire. Just as she put her name in, she swelled
of regret and fear. Katherine didn't feel like talking to anyone and so hid in the
bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet seat worrying, waiting for the names to be called
out. She can hear the audience going wild and finally went silent. She thought
they're finished and walked back to the slytherin table. I sat down and asked one
of the girls in this one group who has been chosen. they shuush her. Katherine
was confused until she swinged her head around and saw blue flaming fire around
the goblet.

She felt like fainting. the looked over the hufflepuff table to see her brothers
face. He knew he shouldn't have pushed me to write in the goblet of fire.
There is no way she can stand a chance even to survive if my name gets chosen.

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xxxxxxI gotta be honest,
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x● cis male mudblood
x● durmstrang slytherin
x● asexual panromantic
x● fears intimacy, exposure
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x● location: great hall
x● tagged: freyja, nathaniel
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He couldn't take the noise anymore. Boone sat up in his bed. It had been two weeks since he had moved into the slytherin house for the tournament. It had stormed wildly all throughout the night and some student's pet screech had roosted in the common room to shelter during the night. It had started acting very startled this morning, letting out rounds of hoots and cackles to alert it's owner of it's disturbance. Unfortunately, the student who owned the owl was a heavy sleeper. Boone threw the sheets away from his body and stood. He was wearing only a loose nightgown, some long underwear beneath for warmth, but nothing on his feet. With those pale bare feet, Boone walked out onto the balcony between the girls' dorm and the boys'. Looking down into the common room below, he spotted the owl roosting on the mantle. It was still cooing in a disturbing tone, so taking his wand in his fist, Boone sent down the spell "Silencio!" The owl quickly became silent, but the damage had been done, and Boone would not be able to sleep again this morning. With a deep sigh, Boone returned to the dorm to get dressed. He pulled on a black pair of slacks and a long sleeve shirt to go under his robe trimmed with emerald green for his new house. While Boone had been sorted into slytherin, he didn't feel that he fit perfectly with these students. Durmstrang was a difficult school, and their tactics were a hands-on learning. These hogwarts students were much more ell rounded in the books, but he wasn't so sure they would withstand a durmstrang student in the tournament. Speaking of which, the goblet was to select such champions this evening. A few days ago, Boone had thrown his name into the goblet, but it was all up to fate from now on.

Boone descended down into the great hall for breakfast. Many students had already gathered, but one individual caught his attention. It was Freyja, another student from durmstrang. Despite their similar heritage, Boone made no mistake in thinking they were equal. Freyja was scary good - at everything. The witch could fight, run and whisk her way through just about anything. She was physically intimidating, but a familiar face. Boone made the quick decision to sit opposite from her, a little to the left to be less direct. He gathered some food on his plate before meeting her gaze casually. "Good morning, Freyja." He said politely, starting to cut into a piece of ham-steak.

As Boone took a bite into his breakfast, his eyes wandered away from Freyja, almost past her. He could see the different houses. Slytherin was against one wall, which Boone had his back to, then a long colum of Ravenclaw tables, then the Hufflepuff's, and then finally, Gryffindor. The boy directly opposite of him had also looked up to meet his gaze, probably by mere coincidence. He looked very tired, but still wired and awake. Boone looked back down at his plate, feeling quite awkward looking at a perfect stranger. He glanced back at Freyja, who had paid little to no attention to his presence. Not that he was surprised, she was probably focused on the tournament drawing that would be happening soon.

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[location] // the great hallx[tagged] // wendy, openo[known as] // the fiery and exuberant gryffindor student

xoxhennie could feel the buzzing vibrations of excitement throughout her veins for the entirety of the day. everything about the triwizard tournament had exhilarated her to no end, and the thought of competing alongside some of the people she knew best made her anticipate the event even more. even though she had no idea who would be chosen, hennie had wished for the opportunity to prove herself to others, no matter what it would take. for as long as the gryffindor could remember, she had always been intrigued by challenges, and was never afraid to back down from anything. the thought of the games made it hard for her to concentrate on anything else, but it was in fact her main priority at the time. without any hesitation, the girl had bolted out of bed the moment her alarm clock had started, unable to fall asleep due to the constant adrenaline that was pumping through her. she had so much nervous energy, it caused her to be restless as she bounced across the room, leaping and soaring into the air. her laughs could be heard throughout the gryffindor common room as well, and some took less pleasure in it than others. but, hennie took no notice, and instead scrambled out of her room in order to get ready for the day.
xoxonce she'd gotten out of bed, hennie had immediately rushed towards the bathroom, speaking to others along the way before finally locking herself in. the mirror before her was dented and slightly dusty, but hennie could see herself crystal clear. in her perspective, she looked like a mangled cat, her hair wild and splattered along the top of her head. her eyes resembled the same electricity that her emotions held, sparkling before her as she grinned, managing to untangle her knotted hair, running a comb through the ends. "this is it... today's the day!" she sang as she sunk the brush into the strands of thick, golden hair. quickly, she was scurrying out the door once again, after she'd thrown her gryffindor robes on, along with a pair of oxfords. running down the hall, the girl stopped short to wave at passerby's, furiously collecting the papers that flew out of her books with each step she had taken. finally, she'd managed to arrive at the great hall, but to her great displeasure, it was surprisingly close to empty.
xoxhennie had never been particularly early to anything, and the sight of such little people in the great hall sent a shockwave of surprise through her. quietly, she managed to calm herself down, before residing at the gryffindor table, tapping her fingertips against the edge of her knee absentmindedly. even though there was such as slim chance of her name being picked, the girl had the slightest hope that it would somehow be her. the idea of holding the beautifully crafted cup in her hands made her heart thrum inside of her, but she chewed on the inside of her lip, thinking about the consequences that led up to the victory. the tasks that the champions would have to face surely would have been much more difficult than she could ever imagine, but she held her head high and watched as more and more students piled into the room. hennie hadn't known too many people in hogwarts, for most had seen her as just a nuisance, but she did recognize some. for example, freyja had walked in, along with nathaniel, katherine and even boone. just as she had thought almost everyone had made it, she recognized wendy, looking absolutely flabbergasted and out of breath. 'she must have thought she'd been late...' hennie thought, and smiled lightly at the idea, before quickly standing and making her way to the hufflepuff table, avoiding the gaze of the professor's.
xoxquietly, the girl managed to take a seat next to her, before tapping her gently on the shoulder, a smile that seemed to stretch from one corner of the earth to another plastered onto her lips. "why hello there, wendy!" hennie said, her voice ringing across the table. hennie had the ability to make herself appear as loud as she wanted too, but sometimes, it hadn't been on purpose. most of the time, the girl was often embarrassed at how loud she was, however in these circumstances, she was much too excited to think about what anyone else had to say about her. inhaling sharply, hennie smiled once again before looking over at the breakfast, watching as a large variety of foods seemed to appear in front of them. without hesitation, she quickly reached over for one of the pancakes, before placing it onto her plate and pouring maple syrup on top of it. her face still shone with excitement, the smile refusing to leave. "aren't you excited? this is going to be amazing! oh, imagine the odds if we get chosen.." she laughed, before returning her attention to wendy once again, nearly forgetting the pancakes.