Six terms of school. Years of friendships. That's what Hogwarts has always been about - building minds, building foundations, and building friendships. For one particular group of students, six years has brought their friendship through to the last year of school. Friendship, crushes, love, fights, flip outs. This is what their lives have been about.

And now they're going to endure the Final Chapter of their life at Hogwarts. The Grande Finale.


Positions have been reserved for the following people

Lee
Lizzie
Nabiya
Fate
Ama

Please PM me with the name of the character(s) you wish to play. Keep in mind - they should be from RPs we've all done together. Except for Nabiya.

The basic setting is as follows: The last term for a group of friends has arrived. How everyone reacts and lives it out is the main plot. At the moment, the RP is essentially "plot-less" and follows the path of these students through their last term.

To join, go ahead and post a profile and I'll yay or nay you, okay? :] Yay!


Characters
Morzella "Mozzie" O'Niel (Ravenclaw 7)
Nolan Wiess (Ravenclaw 7) Head Boy
Jamie-Lee Crawford (Hufflepuff 7) Head Girl
Fantasy (Ravenclaw 7)
Josefina (Hufflepuff 7)
Serena Roberts (Ravenclaw 7)

{:Nolan Weiss:}
Full Name: Nolan Lloyd Weiss
Nickname(s): Nolli, Nol
Age: 17
Year: 7
DoB: December 31
House: Ravenclaw

Hair: Straight black hair, somewhat long. Hangs into his eyes and over his ears.
Eyes: Blue-grey
Height: Rather short, 5'8" He tends to be shorter than a lot of the girls in his class.
Build: He's pretty small. Shortish, tiny frame. He doesn't have much muscle to him.
Appearance:
Casual with a hint of old school (cos it IS fifty years in the future) punk-rock. He likes belts, not that he needs them. Various t-shirts, band shirts, normal jeans. He has a snake bite piercing but it's his only piercing. And yeah, he wears eyeliner. What's wrong with that?

Personality: Nolan tends to keep to himself rather a lot. He's got his friends and he'll confide in them, but he doesn't always strike up random conversation. He's perfectly content sitting side by side with his friends in silence. Still, if you need to talk, Nolan is the guy to come to. Quite, contemplative, and honest. He'll tell you the truth, even if he feels you don't want to hear it. Still, he's a good friend to keep by your side, because if he gets angry, he gets angry. He'll tell people how it is and yell if the need is. He's quirky and every now and then will pipe up with odd bits of information. In general, he gets along with most people. He's rather reserved but can break out of his shell now and then.

Extra: Nolan is the Ravnclaw Prefect and best friends with Mazzie. He has a pet named Dylan, a white and grew pawed and earred cat.

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{:Mozzie O'Neil:}
[size=1][color=#4169e1]Full Name: Morzella Viiviaan O'Neil
Nickname(s): Mozzie, Motzie
Age: 17
Year: 7
DoB: October 5
House: Ravenclaw

Hair: Brown layered hair with darker streaks and a few light highlights. Her hair is cut in choppy layers, worn hanging into her eyes or pulled back. She tends to just let it go so she often appears as though she's just rolled out of bed. She doesn't mind though -- appearance matters little to her.
Eyes: Dark brown
Height: 5'7" She manages to be shorter than her fown best friend.
Build: She has a small build. Nothing tiny, though. She's slender, though rather normal sized. She certainly isn't flat stomached or perfectly toned. Pffft this girl hates excercising.
Appearance:
She definetly likes the old school style, too. She loves hoodies and jackets and will wear them with anything, even skirts that it wouldn't go with. Matching clothes is no matter to her. She loves to pair off her grey hoodies with her school uniform. She tends to steal Nolan's belts often. Accesories are her best friend; bracelets, necklaces, earrings, barrettes. Flashy things. And yet, she disdains purses. With a passion.

Personality: Mozzie makes up for Nolan's lack of noise. She talks and talks and talks. And seems to never shut up. She's hyper and eailsy excited and tends to be a bit daft on observations. She likes noise and commotion, playing music turned up so loud it pounds in her body. She loves to dance where there's no sound and make people laugh. She's not popular or anything, but she's got a good personality, in her opionion. While she's not the greatest to go to for advice, she's the type of girl to go to if you need to do something fun and get stuff off your mind.

Extra: Nolan is her best friend and closest confidant. Her only pet is a small brown owl named Tiny Tot. She comes from a family of five siblings, she being the only girl and the second youngest of them all.

{:Jamie-Lee Crawford:}

Full Name: Jamie-Lee Crawford
Nickname(s): Jamie, Lee, Jammie... whatever you feel the need to call her.
Age: 17
Year: 7
DoB: April 13th
House: Hufflepuff

Hair: Long, straight red hair, hangs all the way down her back.
Eyes: blue
Height: She is 5'4
Build: Slim, small boned, very vulnerable looking. Not strong whatsoever.
Appearance:



Explains enough i'm sure ^.^. Credit.

Personality: Jamie-Lee is one of the nice girls. She does not like to draw attention to herself and trys to stay out of big crowds. She hates being complimented because she doesnt know how to handle the thanks, but she will go out of her way to make anyone else feel good about themselves. Unfortunately Jamie-Lee can sometimes takes jokes seriously. She finds it hard to distinguish between the both.

Extra: Jamie-Lee was Huffie Prefect and has been promoted to Head Girl (cause I said so ) AND she fancies the pants off of Nolan, but is too embaressed to say.

Seated out on the terrace, Mozzie glanced up at the sky. Darkness had enveloped the grounds and twinkling stars were the only source of light, a skim cresent of silver was all of the moon for the night. A light breeze attempted to toussle her messy hair, sticking out all over the place, held in its uneven chunks by massive amounts of hair glue. Final year. Those words echoed ominously in her mind and she hugged her legs to her chest, crushing the fluffy blue skirt she had donned over her jeans.

Beside her sat Head Boy Nolan. How he actually got the role, no one really knew, because everyone knew that anything pertaining to his friends conveniently slid. It was that he was trying to keep them out of trouble, really. Just that he never knew how to handle it or his friends or anything. Mozzie, Frankie, Fantasy, even that Jose girl. They were all crazy and hard to keep under control, so it seemed no one really tried.

"Last year," breathed Mozzie, her voice breathless.

"Yep." Nolan's reply was quiet, soft.

"This is it."

"This is it."

It had finally arrived and if Jamie-Lee had been nervous during her OWL year, she wasn't sure what to expect during her NEWT year. She had also been given the extra responsibility of Head Girl and who was her co-head? None other than Nolan of course. Jamie-Lee had decided the school had purposefully set this up to annoy her.

She strolled out onto the dark grounds twirling her hair. One good thing that came with this Head Girl thing was that she had no curfew. Looking over the rather silent grounds she saw Mozzie... and him. The feast must have worn them all out, she thought.

Jamie-Lee swayed her way across the grass in a way that would maybe make someone question her sanity and seated herself in front of the two Ravenclaws. "Hey Mozzie," she said in a rather childish manner and then looked briefly at Nolan," ehh... hi." Was her cheeks burning? They were probably as red as her hair. Oh no, oh no, oh no!

At the sound of someone approaching, Mozzie lift her head and looked up to see the red-haired Head Girl approaching them. A chuckle escaped her as she watched Jamie-Lee's movement - was she trying to dance as she walked to them? Hmm... wiggling on the ground, Mozzie tried to imagine what she would look like if she attempted to wiggle and dance. The image her mind procured was rather amusing, to be honest.

Nodding at her as she sat in front of them, Mozzie smiled, a smirk twisting at the way Jamie-Lee flushed around Nolan. So she was still at it, eh?

"Evening, Jamie-Lee. My, aren't you looking radiant today. Like your eyes are the sun and the cheeks your hot rays!"

It was a horrible simile, but Mozzie wasn't known for that wit.

Nolan had learned a long time ago to ignore when girls liked him. It was easy for him, now, to pretend that Jamie-Lee's cheeks were flushed because he and Mozzie had witnessed her convulsing walking. The truth was that he honestly believed that, too. Never came to mind the idea that she was red and that her greeting to him was less warm than to Mozzie and built more of stutters.

Lifting his chin in a greeting nod, he gave a little wave, a twinkling of his fingers.

"Hey there, Head Girl," he greeted her. "You look excited." With a big thump! he tapped his own Head Boy badge.

Well clearly Mozzie had certainly noticed the sudden change of pigmentation in her cheeks and Jamie-Lee wanted to do nothing but strangle the girl with a crown of flowers (why not make it an attractive death threat?) as she began spouting that sun analogy. Jamie-Lee's cheeks began to go redder and she wondered if this had been Mozzie's plan in the first place. Although she couldn't help but laugh secretly in her head at the whole messed up situation.

Nolan, thank Merlin, appeared to be ignoring her beetroot face and sparked up a conversation on a new topic altogether. The way he thumped his badge reminded her slightly of the cavemen muggles constantly went on about... you know, after they evolved from monkeys or something. Anyway, she wasn't quite sure how to reply to the excited comment - she hadn't been fully aware that she was excited. "Erm... Just, this is our last year... then freedom!" She made up totally on the spot, too scared to correct him or tell him she was excited because he was currently in her presence.

"Congratulations on the Head-Boy-Ship though," she quickly added. She must have congratulated him so many times on the Express here during the Prefect meeting though. Jamie-Lee was such a ditz.

Awwwww! Well weren't they so cute? Mozzie chuckled as she pretended to pick fuzzies off the back of her finger-less fish-net glove-d hand. Nolan and his nonchalance in the presence of fangirls and Jamie-Lee and her always so obvious crush had entertained Mozzie since they had been fifth years (though when that crush was developed, she didn't know.)

Nolan's lips turned up in a small smile and he nodded twice. "Thanks," came his sheepish reply. "I didn't expect to become Head Boy." His shoulders rose in a shrug. "With friends like this one, I don't know how I got that spot. Bet it's just to try and keep them in line."

Laughing, Mozzie swatted at Nolan, knocking away the thumb that had pointed to her. "You're such a poo, Nollie cakes! We're not that bad!" Mozzie honestly believed that she and her friends weren't so bad - she just figured Nolan didn't bust them because they weren't pushing the line. After all, he'd used his Prefect-ness to keep Jose out of trouble - taking her out at midnight to play in the rain.

"You lie! Have you tried to put up with yourself? Loud and hyper and always up to something? Keeping up with you wears me out!"

"Oh HO! Is that so? I scoff at you! SCOFF!"

"There you go again, being loud."

"I'M NOT BEING LOUD, MISTER HEAD BOY!"

She was being exceptionally loud.

OOC

[ I know it says to PM ... but that's a whole new collection of button pressing and ... it's not going to happen. BUT I WANT TO PLAY. Tay only seems to be the one to fit in ... and I can't remember any of my previous characters. So can I? huh, huh, can I? ]

ooc; GiGi is in? yayyy!

"Well, I always though Bettina from Slytherin was going to get the Head Girl spot. I was never... actively following my duties. It's such a strain and strain is bad for your aura!" She held her hands up above her head, closed her eyes and breathed deeply. "My aura is a calm state of baby blue right now," she smiled, pleased with this discovery.

Conversation turned into Mozzie and Nolan bickering about whether or not Mozzie was loud or not. The two of them together was so funny; like an old married couple, or twins. "I must say Mozzie, I have never noticed your loudness, but after years of putting up with you I think I have gone slightly deaf," she shrugged, rather sincere about the whole thing.

Fantasy twirled her fire engine red hair around her index finger, lurking in the shadows of a corridor. She couldn't bare to face the others she had to grow up with. Seeing as the last time she really talked to anyone was when... the incident. Thankfully, a few years in Witch Therapy and going to Mungo's for treatment, her alternate personality, Wrath, was finally no more.

Sighing, she trudged in her combat lace-up boots and lacey frilly black skirt. Her last year, just the thought, was a bit sad.

OOC: I'll be posting her bio in just a sec.

*tackles and drags Reas in* I haven't seen you in forever. Anywho, no more chatting in here. Here comes the serious stuff!

Bio:

Name: Serena [Serie] Roberts

Year and House: 7th Year Ravenclaw

Personality:

You might think she’s the typical blonde with baby blue eyes, born into the most stereotyped family. The most popular and the most gorgeous girl in the school. Well, she’s not. I’m not saying Serena Roberts isn’t pretty and isn’t popular, but if you mistaken her for one of those ditzy blonde plastics than she’ll get in your face about it. She’s been called so many names by people that she won’t hesitate to retaliate. At certain points, she bound to call you names back or if you’re lucky she might just ignore you. Although if you mess with her close friends…well than you might wanna go look up some earlier funeral plans.

Her friends are the most important thing to her. Sure, it’s sounds cliché. But it’s true. They’ve always been there for her and her for them. No matter what. Whether it’s needing a person to listen to them or staying over at her house for a week or two. Some call her a social butterfly but she tries to deny it. Serena just likes to be friendly and talk to people. Another most important thing in her life is her studies. Working hard for exams and different homework assignments make her feel complete and satisfied with herself. Wanting a career so she can support her future lifestyle and family, she wants one of the best ones around.

So, you’ve heard her good qualities but not her bad ones. One of the negative traits about her would be the fact that she’s stubborn. So stubborn. Once she starts something, she has to complete it, no matter how sick of it she gets or if she even gets hurt in the process. Some may say it’s a good quality to have but others hate it. Saying she should give some stuff up but this only makes her more motivated to prove them wrong..

Background:

Serena comes from a very rich pureblood family. She is an only child and loves occupying the center of attention from her parents. At an young and tender age, she has already been placed in the spotlight with reporters wondering if she'll become a model like her mother or something with an exceptional job at the Ministry. Currently, she, herself has no idea what she wants to be.

When young she grew up with a few close muggle friends but was forced to leave them behind when her parents explained to her that she was different and was to go to Hogwarts, instead of the next public school like the rest of the neighbourhood.

Her family is into the pureblood purity but not so much as a few families her parents are friends with. Serena knows that if she does indeed choose to marry a muggle, her parents would slowly accept the fact, as long as she was happy.

Appearance:





Serena cares about her appearance to an extent. With her mother being a model and her father being a very public figure in the Ministry, she was always presented as their successful daughter, and of course having to look her best to impress.

She enjoys dressing up at times, going all out for special occasions but she’s not scared to dress down when she wants. Walking around with sweats and a plain old t-shirt is something she does when she’s doing homework in the common room.

RP Color: Teal



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Wondering how much trouble she was going to recieve if she got caught wandering Hogwarts grounds this late at night, she grinned. She didn't believe that Nolan would ever give her detention. Not her fellow Ravenclaw who was now head boy. Head boy. That was a weird concept for Serena to think about. That position was only for 7th years only. Was she a 7th year? Naww. She couldn't be. Was she?

The concept of it being her last and final year at Hogwarts, never to return again as a student to grace these halls, finally sunk in. She couldn't believe it had taken her this long. Was she just abnormal to not have realized this throughout the entire summer and during the long and tiring train ride? She couldn't believe it. Didn't want to believe it. But the Ravenclaw knew she couldn't stay in denial. Where had all the time gone?

Her thoughts interuppted by an oh so familiar voice, Serena broke into a grin, when she spotted a few figures a few feet away from her. "Mozzie, you are being loud." She said pointing that obvious fact out to her as she walked closer towards him. "Nolan. Jamie-Lee." She said, acknowledging them.

Taylon Wren - Seventh Year Hufflepuff - Pureblood - Obnoxiously tall - Shaggy blonde hair - Bright blue eyes



Personality: He's an odd character. He enjoys life so much and believes that every bad action is only to remind everyone that life will always counter the Fates with something good. He believes in love at first sight and giving second chances. He's not one to get angry, but when he gets upset, he normally hides in his room and let's it out through sorrow.

[ OOC: It's been so long since I've done a profile ... that's all you're getting. you all should know him enough by now anyway ]

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Every year that passed, Hogwarts got a new smell. This year's smelled like pickles. Taylon didn't mind pickles, so long as they were diced and tossed into a delicious salad with enough vinagrette to kill a small bird. That was the only way he'd eat the vegetable. Or were they a fruit? He made a mental note to ask the next intelligible person he came across.

In the six years that Taylon Wren had attended Hogwarts, not much had changed. He just got taller ... and harrier. Facial hair had become his natural enemy and it was winning this afternoon. He didn't see a reason to get rid of the beard threatening to spring forth by the evening meal. Maybe if he let it grow to a certain length, it would simply stop. Trial and error.

Of course, that wasn't the only thing that changed. Sure, he caught on to the whole magic scene and no longer blew up walls or trees when trying spells, but he still had a problem getting potions right, and Merlin bless him if he Apparated with another person! Lucy Killigan lost her upper arm the first time he tried it and he's been too terrified to try it again. He had also learned how to drive Muggle cars during a summer vacation with his aunt. He had a feeling it might come in handy one day. Who knows, the world could suddenly have an extreme broom shortage.

Other than that, he was still the same Taylon Wren that fogged up the train windows six years ago. He was never quite sure if that was a good or bad thing.

He was blowing off homework for the time being, not wanting to be stuck inside a room for a long period of time. He felt restless and needed to stretch his legs. Maybe he'd find a group of firsties attacking each other! That'd add some jazz to his day.

"Hello Serena," she said dreamily as the Ravenclaw girl made her way over to them. Jamie-Lee began twirling her hair through her fingers whilst admiring the deep scarlet of her nails. "You seem to have a pleasant aura tonight Serena, any particular reason why?"

OoC: Awww, Fantasy has been reformed? WE WANTED HER LULZ DRAMAS! xD

"HAH!" laughed Mozzie at Jamie-Lee's prediction for Head Girl. "Like she'd
ever get it. Sure, she's a suck up and all, but no one liked her. She rarely did homework by the end of sixth year. Nolan is obviously much more qualified."

Granted... Nolan never got his friends in trouble... however! That merely made the Ravenclaws look like good kids.

"That's fine, Nolan doesn't actively follow his duties, either," Mozzie said, winking. "I bet his aura looks like yours. Matching auras! Yaaay!"

Nolan sighed softly. He wasn't put off, but all this aura stuff... really. For him, he didn't see much in it. Even still, he would never say that out loud, because Jamie-Lee seemed to wholeheartedly believe in it and Mozzie was utterly fascinated by that.

"You deserve the spot, Jamie-Lee," the Head Boy assured the Head Girl, offering her a smile.

"Do meeee! Oh Jamie-Lee, what's my aura look like? Eeek!"

Another sigh slipped from Nolan's lips, though he remained smiling. That was just like Mozzie - and the strangest of all events was that they'd all gotten so used to her. Six years of putting up with her did that to one.

"Blah, blah!" came Mozzie's voice, waving off Serena's comment. "I think everyone else is just quiet, personally. If we all just raised our voices and shouted a little more... you have no idea how fun it is. It relieves stress and excites you! Sit sit! Jamie-Lee is reading auras!"

Now, Jamie-Lee had never said that she was reading an aura but, in typical Mozzie-fashion, she had assumed and hoped so and ran free reign with the idea and concept.

While chuckling softly at Mozzie, Nolan lifted his fingers in a small wave at Serna. "Out sneaking around the grounds, I see," he chided playfully in a quiet voice. And what luck? Sneaking out, she managed to run into the Head Boy and Head Girl together. Of course, they were probably the laziest, most lenient towards friends Head students Hogwarts had yet seen.

"I ought to write you up for that, you know. Naughty Seventh years ought to know better."

Hah. Like he actually would.

OoC: I want to use this space to say I love Taylon. Like... completely with my every cell. Taylon is my not-so-secret unrequited love. xD

What was it with all the students crawling around the campus right now? Nolan's brow furrowed down over his eyes and he scratched his cheek - was that Wren? Ta...something. Tallon? Taylor? Taylorn? Something like that? He'd always been a bit of an odd kid... Watching him in the distance, Nolan wondered if he should say anything.

Taylon had been known to blow up walls. Stone walls.

And try to make trees dance.

He had a habit of making forts with the seat cushions in the Common Room when he was younger.

Even still, the kid (man) didn't seem to be up to anything, so for now, Nolan would let him be.

And thinking of oddities... Nolan was pretty sure he'd seen Fantasy somewhere. A shiver cast over his body - he would never forget the catfight between her and Jamie-Lee.

Oh the fangirls...

Serena laughed at Mozzie's take on this and plopped herself down on the floor. "Relieves stress Mozzie?" She joked. "Maybe for you. I think it gives people around you more stress." She teased, taking a pointed glance at Nolan.

"Auras? Really?" The girl sat up straighter, curious as to what Jamie-Lee could say about her.

"Pleasant aura?" Serena smiled lopsidely. "Hmmm. I don't really have a reason to be pleasant tonight. Other than the fact that I'm glad to see all of you." She said, giving them each a grin. "But I thought it would have been the opposite of that..." She confessed. "I just realized that it's our last year." She said softely, wondering if they would be unhappy that she had brought up that depressing concept.

Snorting with laughter, the blonde stifled her sounds. "Write me up?" She said, nudging him slightly with her right elbow. Technically, Serena was sure Mozzie would be in trouble too if they were to get caught. Shaking her head at how her and her friends were let off on so many things because of their friend's positions, she slowly laid down on the soft slightly wet grass. She loved nights like these and didn't want it to end.

Jamie-Lee gave off a grin that ran to both ears because she secretly loved Mozzie's fascination with Jamie-Lee's interest in aura's. Anyone who could appreciate any of her insane rituals was worth smiling about.

Jamie-Lee nodded in Serena's direction, "I am detecting a slight yellow colour from your aura which symbolises pleasant-ness, however I can't see a tinge of green to illustrate your worry of this being our last year... maybe I am just tired tonight," she suggested.

"And Mozzie," she had purposefully left her this late because she knew her reaction would be even more dramatic after having been through anxious minutes of waiting. "I am getting... orange. Which quite accurately demonstrates your mode of excitement."

She turned her head towards Nolan with the in