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Always accepting made-ups. Please PM me if you want to play.
(The way I'm running this game makes it easy for people to join in the middle of plot.
Danton held the handle of his wand between his teeth in deep concentration as he stared at the color of his potion. It had to be perfect before he could add the final ingredient unless he wanted to start the seven-month-long process all over again. Squinting at it thoughtfully, he nodded, removed his wand from his mouth and gently placed a single beetle's eye in the exact center of the cauldron, whispering dead words as he waved his wand over the concoction.
Almost instantaneously, the air above the cauldron began to crackle, smelling like burnt atmosphere. A dark spot seemed to appear in Danton's vision. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his sleeve, but it remained, becoming larger. When it was the size of a snitch, the young wizard realized that it wasn't a black spot in his vision but a black spot in the world. An empty space, as black as death, grew and stretched before him. He smiled to himself and let loose a call of triumph that echoed through the empty basement laboratory. It had worked! The portal was opening!
When the portal was the size of a small doorway, Danton stuck his wand in his back pocket and climbed through.
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This story started out as a fanfiction, but I never did have the inspiration to finish it. It is, however, one of my better story concepts, if I say so myself.
One November 22, 2106, Danton Latimer Gethin disappeared from his basement through a portal. What was on the other side of that portal remains uncertain, but the young boy was different when he returned. With darkness in his eyes and his soul, he set about a series of events that would throw the world into a chaos that hadn’t been seen since the time of Lord Voldemort.
Now, as I’m sick of my RPs failing and being abandoned, I’m going to take a different approach to this one. I’m not going to play any of the characters. I’m going to RP as the plot line. (For anyone who LARPs like I do or plays DnD, I’ll be more of a Storyteller or a Dungeon Master.)
As a result of this decision, all of the available characters are good guys. I will play all of the characters that are evil. I think this will help keep the RP alive because it means that all of the players are working toward the same goal as opposed to against each other. So, if a couple of people quit, we won’t have four good guys against one evil one. And it also means there’s a LOT more people for everyone to interact with.
Also, some of the plot may be delivered to characters via PM. Not to everyone, and not all the time, but there will occasionally be things that characters may or may not want to share with their friends.
Now, this is a future RP, so we are playing with several descendants of the original canon characters. I’ve made family trees to use for this RP. They are here (The Potter/Weasley one is HUGE).
SPOILER!!: Family Trees: This WILL make your screen scroll
Fiona and Blaire are twins, as are Gemini and Genisis.
And, of course, there is plenty of room for made-ups. Especially if there is to be a romantic relationship, since the main characters are almost all related (though some distantly).
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Elodie woke up with a start. weird dreams. breathing heavily she looked around and realised it had only been a dream. a very confusing dream at that. Rubbing her eyes she quickly gathered her robes and dressed before heading towards the great hall. she wasn't hungry she was just doing it out of habit. when she reached the entrance of the great hall she re-saw the scene that had been in her dream, slowly she figured out that it had been the great hall she saw.
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Plot point: As the main characters (I'm going to call you PCs from now on) walk downstairs, some of you will begin noticing that people are acting strangely. They're whispering behind their hands and some of them are pointing at you.
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Gemini woke in a panic, she was scared. It was not that her dream was scary, what the man said was. She sat on the edge of her bed as be auburn hair fell over her face. She was creeped out; she wanted to know what it meant. But it was over. Gem looked over to see if Genesis was awake yet, nope. Gem jumped off her bed and got dressed. She brushed her hair and pulled it into a high ponytail. She walked down into the Hufflepuff common room and sat in one of the comfy chairs with a book.
Gem couldn't cry anymore, she was all cried out. She was full of sorrow, but she couldn't cry. She would hold her head high and face the day. Everything would be wrong, but it wouldn't show on the outside.
Genesis woke up completely in shock at what she had seen in her dream. It just didn't make sense. She knew who the man was, but she couldn't figure out what he was trying to say. She looked over to see if Gemini was still in bed. Nope. She must have gone downstairs already. Geni forced herself out of bed and went an got dressed. She ran a brush through her long auburn hair. She looked at herself and decided to leave it down.
Gen really wasn't ready to face everyone, but she would have to do it. With a sigh she headed to the common room. She spotted Gem sitting in a chair. Gen decided to grab one near her and smiled. "Hey Gem." Her voice was all scratchy from the crying the night before. "I had the weirdest dream last night." She really felt the need to tell Gem about this.
Monday woke up completey in a daze. That couldn't have been. Could it? He shook his head to shake the thought from his mind. No. I need to write this down. He took out the notebook in which he had written everything down from the night before. He started to write down his dream. It was just too strange to put into words. Once that was done, he managed to pull himself out of bed. He got dressed and ran a hand through his hair. He really didn't care what he looked like at the moment. He headed down to the common room and sat in a chair. He just couldn't work out everything. The Auror said they needed to find the person who was behind this, but who could it be?
Nathan stood up after her. "I'm a bit hungry myself" he grinned at her. He couldn't think of anything else to say. Maybe he was still a little bit in shock at what he heard, he didn't know, "Let's go then."
Adelinde nodded but as they made their way to the Great Hall with Nathan, she noticed the whisperings. That was what she could here and they were talking as they looked at her. Some were pointing, but not only at her, at her family members too. She glared at them. What did they know? "C'mon Nathan," she said with a smile, a contrast to what she was feeling and sat down at the Slytherin table. She looked at the food, ah, crying made you so hungry.
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Genesis woke up completely in shock at what she had seen in her dream. It just didn't make sense. She knew who the man was, but she couldn't figure out what he was trying to say. She looked over to see if Gemini was still in bed. Nope. She must have gone downstairs already. Geni forced herself out of bed and went an got dressed. She ran a brush through her long auburn hair. She looked at herself and decided to leave it down.
Gen really wasn't ready to face everyone, but she would have to do it. With a sigh she headed to the common room. She spotted Gem sitting in a chair. Gen decided to grab one near her and smiled. "Hey Gem." Her voice was all scratchy from the crying the night before. "I had the weirdest dream last night." She really felt the need to tell Gem about this.
Gemini was completely engrossed in her book; it was so good! She was so engrossed in it that she didn't notice he sister come down the stairs. She was jerked back to reality when Genisis spoke.
It was odd, Gem had had a strange dream too. What if it was the same one? She suppposed it could be, maybe some twin thing. Well, only one way to find out. "So did I," she said. "What was yours about?"
Spence sat there, watching the snow fall as hot, salty tears dripped down his cheeks. He didn't know how long he stayed there, weeping on the window sill... trying to stop. Eventually Spence drifted into an uneasy sleep. It didn't last long. After a series of nightmares, he stumbled into one... particularly terrifying dream. The Ravenclaw woke up covered in nervous sweat, breathing heavy, for a few moments.
It took him a second to realize it was a dream. Spence closed his eyes and opened them once more, just to be sure.
His dorm was still dark. It was easy to tell he was still in his dorm, though. Thank Merlin.
Spence stumbled lazily from his perch on the window sill, stretching. Believe it or not it wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep. He moseyed into the bathroom, still drowsy due to lack of sleep. Spence got ready like he would any other day, taking a shower, putting on his school robes, etc, etc.
It took him a bit to remember what happened yesterday. Renewed tears came to his eyes, but he choked back his sobs, and wiped them away. A, Spence didn't want to wake up the other boy's in his dorm or for them to see him like this and B, he felt dehydrated from all the crying last night. Dizzy even. He didn't want to shed anymore tears.
He was about to leave for the Great Hall, to try and find Kelby, when he spotted something on his bed. Spence's eyebrows raised slightly at the sight of book. It looked familiar... The book wasn't his though. Curious, he gently picked it up off his bed, looking to and fro suspiciously, as if expecting someone to be watching him. He could have sworn he was someone out of the corner of his eye, but when he looked up no one was there. Spence chose to think nothing of it... Surely he was just being paranoid.
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Elodie looked around. people were pointing and whispering. do they know? because if they do I'm not coming out of my dorm until its all over. Dallin wouldn't have told anyone, would he? she thought a little stressed, she took a seat at the end of the Ravenclaw table. she wasn't hungry, but she refused to not have a least a little bit of breakfast
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there's a very strange vibration, that pierces me right to the core--------------------------- ----------------------------------samantha joan star - seventh year - hufflepuff
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Kelby wasn't sure at what time she finally drifted off to sleep, but whenever it was, it was neither peaceful nor refreshing, and she felt positively drained when she woke up that morning. She rubbed her bleary eyes, trying to wake herself up. Ugh, what an awful night. And that dream... Strange, strange dream. Did it mean something? Or was it simply the product of her overly-stressed mind? Or both? She decided she would have to talk to Spence about it. Maybe he had a similar dream, since he was there in hers. It was worth a shot, she supposed.
Reluctantly, she got out of bed, suddenly noticing the letter she'd received last night laying there on the floor by her bed and the cloak that had come with it now lying there amongst her sheets. She must've fallen asleep with both still in her hands, and they must've wound up in their current positions while she'd tossed and turned throughout the night.
So they hadn't been part of the dream. She was glad, actually. It was too precious, too real to have been a dream, and it was the last connection she had to her now-dead relatives.
Well. One of the last actually, now that she remembered the hand mirror her mother gave her for her birthday. A stab of pain at the thought of her mother threatened to reduce Kelby to tears again, but she refused. She couldn't keep breaking down every few minutes. People would wonder and ask questions and other potentially obnoxious things.
Taking the letter and the cloak, Kel moved to where her trunk lay at the foot of her bed, opened it, pushed some of her clothes out of the way, and then carefully, almost reverently, laid both items there at the bottom with her hand mirror - she caught a glimpse of herself in its reflection, and Merlin did she look horrible - before covering all three with her clothes and then finally shutting the trunk. There. Now they were protected and hidden, and only she knew where they were.
Now. To go find Spence.
Kelby took a quick shower and then dressed, pulling her wet hair back into a ponytail because she didn't feel like wasting time by drying it. Satisfied that she at least looked halfway decent, she hurried out of her dormitory, down the stairs, through the portrait hole, and down several flights until she finally reached the Great Hall.
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Adelinde nodded but as they made their way to the Great Hall with Nathan, she noticed the whisperings. That was what she could here and they were talking as they looked at her. Some were pointing, but not only at her, at her family members too. She glared at them. What did they know? "C'mon Nathan," she said with a smile, a contrast to what she was feeling and sat down at the Slytherin table. She looked at the food, ah, crying made you so hungry.
When Nathan was walking to the Great Hall to get his breakfast with Addie, he noticed people whispering and pointing at Addie. He knew that if they were whispering and pointing at other members of Addie's family, that somehow the news had gotten out. Or they were just talking about a silly rumour, but Nathan doubted that. He could tell that Addie was angry, he was always good at reading people. When they sat down, Nathan said quietly "Don't listen to them."
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Elodie looked around. people were pointing and whispering. do they know? because if they do I'm not coming out of my dorm until its all over. Dallin wouldn't have told anyone, would he? she thought a little stressed, she took a seat at the end of the Ravenclaw table. she wasn't hungry, but she refused to not have a least a little bit of breakfast
Izzy came into the Great Hall with everyone staring at her and whispering about something. Izzy checked her hair and outfit.. anything wrong? No.... She shrugged her shoulders, Let them talk, thought Izzy. She saw Elodie and took a seat by her at the Ravenclaw table. "Hey Elodie! I had this really weird dream last night and you were in it!" she exclaimed. "Do you want to hear about it?"
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This. Was. Not. Happening. Blaire woke with a start, staring up at the ceiling. The strangest dream... what had he been doing in her head? It was probably his fault in the first place. She dressed quickly and made her way to the great hall, ready for breakfast. And of course, people were staring at her. They'd probably all heard by now, then. They were staring at all of them, not just Blaire, and she couldn't help feeling grateful for that, though she knew it was selfish. She sat herself down and reached for some toast, the events of yesterday and most especially the dream playing on her mind
ooc: sorry for mistakes or late replies, I'm using my iPod on the lamest Internet connection in the world inside my tent
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For Spence: On the inside cover of the book, you see the name "Frederick Fabian Weasley" written in a somewhat embellished handwriting. The pages, however, seem to be completely blank. It looks like a regular journal, only it honestly looks really old.
For everyone getting to the Great Hall: Around the Great Hall, you'll notice that people are passing around copies of the Daily Prophet. For those of you with subscriptions, when your copy of the Daily Prophet arrives, you are greeted by a stunning, full-color photograph of the Weasley family home ripped apart and in flames. The article that goes with the photo looks like this:
While London's families sat down for Christmas gatherings on the evening of December 25th, a tragedy had occured outside of Ottery St. Catchpole leaving fifty-seven dead, one in critical mental condition, and one missing (list of casualties to follow article). In what has been the most horrific and largest mass murder the wizarding world has ever seen, an entire family has been reduced to only a handful of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons students.
At two thirty-four p.m. on Christmas day, the Weasley family home--which has been the traditional home for the combined Weasley and Potter families for more than a century--was brutally torn assunder and razed nearly to the ground.
Contact has not been made with any of the surviving Weasleys or Potters, of which there are now only twelve. Deaths also include several of the prestigious Longbottoms family as well as Erical and Newt Scamander III who have always been close with the Weasleys and Potters and who join them for most family occasions. However, this reporter has spoken with nurses from St. Mungo's Where one Corbin Dare of the line of Percy Weasley was taken directly after the attack.
"He didn't have a scratch on him, as far as we could tell," said the nurse. "But he was screaming his head off when he arrived. It's not a wonder, though, after what he must've seen today."
Another nurse claims that Corbin Dare has been repeating three words over and over again, even in his sleep. The contact kept those words to herself, but she did say that they didn't seem to be any words she'd ever heard before.
Additionally, one Hunter Lorimer Potter, youngest son of Cameron Potter at 11 years of age, has gone missing entirely. Not found among the wreckage of the Weasley home or with the bodies in the garden, his whereabouts remain a mystery.
The article then begins to list the names of the dead, but you don't want to read any more. You've already heard the list and it makes you a little sick to actually see the names.
OOC: This is not your even, by the way. It's coming, though. I'd like all of the PCs in the Great Hall before I start that.
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When Nathan was walking to the Great Hall to get his breakfast with Addie, he noticed people whispering and pointing at Addie. He knew that if they were whispering and pointing at other members of Addie's family, that somehow the news had gotten out. Or they were just talking about a silly rumour, but Nathan doubted that. He could tell that Addie was angry, he was always good at reading people. When they sat down, Nathan said quietly "Don't listen to them."
Addie nodded and she'd deal with them speaking... for now. Then the owl post came, with her subscription to Witch Weekly and the Daily Prophet. The first thing she did was open up the Prophet like she did every morning but this time she looked at the front page. Her eyes scanned the article and she felt tears coming to her eyes. She was not going to cry. Were they suggesting that they're family was crazy? They didn't choose for this to happen to them! She looked at her plate. "I'm suddenly not so hungry anymore," she said quietly. The article had killed her appetite.
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Addie nodded and she'd deal with them speaking... for now. Then the owl post came, with her subscription to Witch Weekly and the Daily Prophet. The first thing she did was open up the Prophet like she did every morning but this time she looked at the front page. Her eyes scanned the article and she felt tears coming to her eyes. She was not going to cry. Were they suggesting that they're family was crazy? They didn't choose for this to happen to them! She looked at her plate. "I'm suddenly not so hungry anymore," she said quietly. The article had killed her appetite.
Nathan was about to start his breakfast when the owl post came. He was suscribed to the Daily Prophet, so when he opened it and looked at the front cover, he almost dropped it in shock. He couldn't stop looking at the picture of the Weasley home, which was in ruins. He scanned the article once before he looked up at Addie to see how she was coping. He saw the tears in her eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
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Izzy came into the Great Hall with everyone staring at her and whispering about something. Izzy checked her hair and outfit.. anything wrong? No.... She shrugged her shoulders, Let them talk, thought Izzy. She saw Elodie and took a seat by her at the Ravenclaw table. "Hey Elodie! I had this really weird dream last night and you were in it!" she exclaimed. "Do you want to hear about it?"
Elodie smiled weakly at Izzy. "hi Izzy" she said nicely, but when Izzy said something about a dream, she had Ellie's full attention "thats weird cause I had a dream and you were in it" she said with a shrug. oh she wants to share her dream??? why not "yeah alright" she said now listening carefully
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there's a very strange vibration, that pierces me right to the core--------------------------- ----------------------------------samantha joan star - seventh year - hufflepuff
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Elodie smiled weakly at Izzy. "hi Izzy" she said nicely, but when Izzy said something about a dream, she had Ellie's full attention "thats weird cause I had a dream and you were in it" she said with a shrug. oh she wants to share her dream??? why not "yeah alright" she said now listening carefully
Izzy nodded. "Woah.. That's weird. Okay so the dream. All I remember is the Great Hall, you, and a red haired woman, who comforted us. Oh yes and a lot of dead people." she explained. She caught sight of a Daily Prophet and she gulped, she felt like she was going to cry again or be sick. She looked away after scanning the article. The article had the LIST.. Turn away, turn away Izzy! she told herself. "So do you mind if I ask what your dream was about?" asked Izzy.
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Upon entering the Great Hall, Kelby noticed a few faces turn towards her before quickly looking back at their friends, continuing their very hushed conversation. It seemed a lot of people were having such conversations, and she couldn't help but feel that they were talking about her - or, perhaps, her family. But how did they know...?
When she reached the Gryffindor table and was about to sit by one of her friends, she suddenly had the answer to her question. Quick as a flash, she snatched the Daily Prophet out of her friends' hands, and she and the rest turned to look at her. Kel refused to look at them, not wanting to see the pity there. But she could only bear seeing that picture for a few moments before crumpling it up, her eyes burning with hot, angry tears. "Don't," she muttered when one of her friends opened her mouth to speak. "Just don't."
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Izzy nodded. "Woah.. That's weird. Okay so the dream. All I remember is the Great Hall, you, and a red haired woman, who comforted us. Oh yes and a lot of dead people." she explained. She caught sight of a Daily Prophet and she gulped, she felt like she was going to cry again or be sick. She looked away after scanning the article. The article had the LIST.. Turn away, turn away Izzy! she told herself. "So do you mind if I ask what your dream was about?" asked Izzy.
Elodie hadn't seen the daily prophet yet but she was in no hurry to. "thats weird, mine was pretty much exactly the same" she said with a shrug, keeping her eyesight as far away from the daily prophet as possible
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there's a very strange vibration, that pierces me right to the core--------------------------- ----------------------------------samantha joan star - seventh year - hufflepuff
Gemini was completely engrossed in her book; it was so good! She was so engrossed in it that she didn't notice he sister come down the stairs. She was jerked back to reality when Genisis spoke.
It was odd, Gem had had a strange dream too. What if it was the same one? She suppposed it could be, maybe some twin thing. Well, only one way to find out. "So did I," she said. "What was yours about?"
Gen wasn't too shocked that they'd both had strange dreams. That happened a lot to them. It was probably a twin thing. She tried to remember as much as she could. "Well, we were definately in Hogwarts near the Entrance Hall I think. And-and there was a man on the floor dead and he was missing an ear. Then another man came from behind us and started to talk to us. And he-he asked us to find something that was missing." That was all she could remember. She looked around the seemingly empty common room and then turned back to her sister. "We should probably go down to breakfast."
Monday just didn't know. He was only brought from his thoughts by the sound of his stomach grumbling. The little amount of dinner that he had had the night before was long gone. He figured that he should go to the Great Hall. He pushed himself from the chair and headed down there.
Once there, he noticed everyone seemed to be staring at him. Monday even saw a few people mumbling words behind their hands. He didn't know or care what they were saying. He sat down at the Ravenclaw table, not even paying attention to who he was next to. He started to put some eggs on his plate, but had lost his appetite after the memory of the events from the night before.
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Gen wasn't too shocked that they'd both had strange dreams. That happened a lot to them. It was probably a twin thing. She tried to remember as much as she could. "Well, we were definately in Hogwarts near the Entrance Hall I think. And-and there was a man on the floor dead and he was missing an ear. Then another man came from behind us and started to talk to us. And he-he asked us to find something that was missing." That was all she could remember. She looked around the seemingly empty common room and then turned back to her sister. "We should probably go down to breakfast."
Gem nodded. "That happened in my dream too," she said. "The man said..he would have loved to meet us. He said that something wasn't right." He had done something before saying it, looked someplace. Bu she couldn't remember. Dreams were harder to remember than real life events. Like she couldn't forget last night, not matter how much she wanted to.
Gem nodded again and followed Gen down to the Great Hall. She noticed that people were whispering and pointing at her family. She refused to meet any of their eyes, even though she wanted to glare at them all. But she wouldn't. When they got to the Hufflepuff table she got her daily subscription of the Daily Prophet, she made sure to know the latest news. Though, she kind of expected what she was going to see. Sure enough, the front page showed a picture of the Burrow blown to bits. It made her sick to see. Gem threw the paper on the table without reading the article. Angry tears threatened behind her eyes, but she pushed them away. She would not cry anymore. Now, she was just angry. whoever did this was going to pay.
Nathan was about to start his breakfast when the owl post came. He was suscribed to the Daily Prophet, so when he opened it and looked at the front cover, he almost dropped it in shock. He couldn't stop looking at the picture of the Weasley home, which was in ruins. He scanned the article once before he looked up at Addie to see how she was coping. He saw the tears in her eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
Adelinde was mad. Mad that the person was so heartless and would put something up like this without notifying them of it first, without thinking about their reactions. "I'm fine, why wouldn't I be fine?" she said with false enthusiasm. She knew Nathan could see right through it. Adelinde calmly folded up the paper and placed it on her lap. This one was going right into the fireplace, yup. Once she got back to the Slytherin dorms. Or she was going to 'accidentally' drop it in the cauldron during potions.
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Gem nodded. "That happened in my dream too," she said. "The man said..he would have loved to meet us. He said that something wasn't right." He had done something before saying it, looked someplace. Bu she couldn't remember. Dreams were harder to remember than real life events. Like she couldn't forget last night, not matter how much she wanted to.
Gem nodded again and followed Gen down to the Great Hall. She noticed that people were whispering and pointing at her family. She refused to meet any of their eyes, even though she wanted to glare at them all. But she wouldn't. When they got to the Hufflepuff table she got her daily subscription of the Daily Prophet, she made sure to know the latest news. Though, she kind of expected what she was going to see. Sure enough, the front page showed a picture of the Burrow blown to bits. It made her sick to see. Gem threw the paper on the table without reading the article. Angry tears threatened behind her eyes, but she pushed them away. She would not cry anymore. Now, she was just angry. whoever did this was going to pay.
Gen nodded. She was glad that Gem had remembered that. It seemed important somehow. She wondered what the man was talking about.
She walked with Gem down to the Great Hall and noticed people were staring and whispering. Of course the news had gone around school, but how. Gen sat down next to Gem at the Hufflepuff table and looked up as the delivery owl gave Gem her Daily Prophet. Gen read looked over Gem's shoulder and saw the Burrow in bits. She looked away even before Gem threw it on the table. Fresh tears threatened to escape from her eyes. She didn't think that she had any left to cry.
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Plot: Because she is Slytherin, Adelinde will notice this before everyone else, but there is a pretty, blond Slytherin sitting at the table, giggling with her friends. You all recognize her as Kalliope Malfoy. She's talking animatedly with the girls around her, but you can't hear what she says. You can see, however, that Kalliope is pointing at the picture on the front of the Daily Prophet as she's talking. The real cherry on top is when she puts both of her fists together, then pulls them apart quickly, spreading her fingers as she makes a small explosion noise with her cheeks.
OOC: I'd like for everyone to know that you do NOT have to be good, little RPers and play by any rules. If you feel your character would do something, even if you think it would make the RP difficult, DO IT anyway. The way I'm running this actually makes that kind of behavior easy. For example, if Spence wanted to run away from school and go to find his brother, that's his choice. And if you want to flying-tackle Kalliope, be my guest. This is all about staying true to the characters as you wrote them. That is all.
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Adelinde looked around the Slytherin table, almost daring them to say something about her parents. Kalliope Malfoy... that girl. What... was... she... doing? Addie clenched her fists tightly and as the girl did the explosion thing. Adelinde burst. She stood straight up and walked over to the girl angrily. She whipped out her wand and pointed it at her. "You were saying something?" Adelinde growled menacingly. Her pride was wounded. For her to be ridiculed like that?! This girl... was going to pay for that.
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For Spence: On the inside cover of the book, you see the name "Frederick Fabian Weasley" written in a somewhat embellished handwriting. The pages, however, seem to be completely blank. It looks like a regular journal, only it honestly looks really old.
For everyone getting to the Great Hall: Around the Great Hall, you'll notice that people are passing around copies of the Daily Prophet. For those of you with subscriptions, when your copy of the Daily Prophet arrives, you are greeted by a stunning, full-color photograph of the Weasley family home ripped apart and in flames. The article that goes with the photo looks like this:
While London's families sat down for Christmas gatherings on the evening of December 25th, a tragedy had occurred outside of Ottery St. Catchpole leaving fifty-seven dead, one in critical mental condition, and one missing (list of casualties to follow article). In what has been the most horrific and largest mass murder the wizarding world has ever seen, an entire family has been reduced to only a handful of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons students.
At two thirty-four p.m. on Christmas day, the Weasley family home--which has been the traditional home for the combined Weasley and Potter families for more than a century--was brutally torn assunder and razed nearly to the ground.
Contact has not been made with any of the surviving Weasleys or Potters, of which there are now only twelve. Deaths also include several of the prestigious Longbottoms family as well as Erical and Newt Scamander III who have always been close with the Weasleys and Potters and who join them for most family occasions. However, this reporter has spoken with nurses from St. Mungo's Where one Corbin Dare of the line of Percy Weasley was taken directly after the attack.
"He didn't have a scratch on him, as far as we could tell," said the nurse. "But he was screaming his head off when he arrived. It's not a wonder, though, after what he must've seen today."
Another nurse claims that Corbin Dare has been repeating three words over and over again, even in his sleep. The contact kept those words to herself, but she did say that they didn't seem to be any words she'd ever heard before.
Additionally, one Hunter Lorimer Potter, youngest son of Cameron Potter at 11 years of age, has gone missing entirely. Not found among the wreckage of the Weasley home or with the bodies in the garden, his whereabouts remain a mystery.
The article then begins to list the names of the dead, but you don't want to read any more. You've already heard the list and it makes you a little sick to actually see the names.
OOC: This is not your even, by the way. It's coming, though. I'd like all of the PCs in the Great Hall before I start that.
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Originally Posted by Snape'sGirlThru&Thru
Upon entering the Great Hall, Kelby noticed a few faces turn towards her before quickly looking back at their friends, continuing their very hushed conversation. It seemed a lot of people were having such conversations, and she couldn't help but feel that they were talking about her - or, perhaps, her family. But how did they know...?
When she reached the Gryffindor table and was about to sit by one of her friends, she suddenly had the answer to her question. Quick as a flash, she snatched the Daily Prophet out of her friends' hands, and she and the rest turned to look at her. Kel refused to look at them, not wanting to see the pity there. But she could only bear seeing that picture for a few moments before crumpling it up, her eyes burning with hot, angry tears. "Don't," she muttered when one of her friends opened her mouth to speak. "Just don't."
The book appeared empty. How odd. Upon further inspection Spence spotted a name... Fredrick Fabian Weasley... on the inside cover. He ran his finger over handwriting staring at the letters thoughtfully for a moment. There were no Weasleys sleeping in his dorm, so why was it there? In their dorm? On his bed?
He had so many questions running through his head and no answers to speak of. Resolving to ask Gemini, Genesis, or Elodie if they recognized the name later, and to get down to the Great Hall to speak with Kelby now, about his dream and, most importantly, going to find Hunter, Spence gently tucked the journal inside his trunk for safekeeping. Then, before any of the other boys in his dorm could strike up a conversation, he shot out the door, and rushed down spiral staircase.
It wasn't long before he reached the Entrance Hall at such a pace. He took a deep breath, half expecting what came next. The whispering, and especially the pointing, was extremely frustrating. In Spence's eyes the students of Hogwarts were treating the death of their family like the latest, juiciest, piece of gossip. This morning, due to lack of sleep, and, obviously, recent events, he was feeling rather bitter and was NOT in the right kind of mood to deal with... people.
Spence marched right over to the Gryffindor table (despite the fact he was a Ravenclaw), nabbing a spot by Kelby. For a bit he sat there in silence, still very much conscious of the whispers... Merlin, he wished they would shut up. Spence asked, "Sleep well last night?" with mock casual-ness, pouring himself a glass of OJ as he spoke.
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Not to everyone, and not all the time, but there will occasionally be things that characters may or may not want to share with their friends.
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This is all about staying true to the characters as you wrote them. That is all. 
