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| | Term 47: September - December 2017 Term Forty-Seven: Drama on the Rise (Sept 2093 - June 2094) | 
04-16-2017, 08:27 PM
| | |  Mister Baldvinsson’s Hut
Banner credit: Suziella On the Grounds just at the edge of the Forbidden Forest stands a hut which have been the home to many Groundskeepers over the years. Although keeping most of its original exterior, its current resident, Mr. Baldvinsson has added a few things to make himself feel more at home. Dangling in the wind above the door hangs feathers, a few ancient blow horns and some runes for protection. Mind your head.
Once the Groundskeeper have let you in, you are met by a large wooden table in the center of the room where you may take a seat and listen to a story or two. You’ll see no photographs of people but of that of wide, white landscapes, mountains and icy blue water that makes the Great Lake resemble a pond. Except for a small kitchen and a generous sized bed in the corner, the walls of the hut is lined with shelves of old artifacts such as bones, runes, mysterious looking tools and books with titles in foreign Nordic languages.
Please do not touch any of the ancient artifacts that Mr. Baldvinsson has collected over the years. If you wish to take a closer look, ask and if you’re lucky; you may get to know how Mr. Baldvinsson came across said object.
Whether it’s curiosity, seeking advice or just dropping in for a cup of tea, Mr. Baldvinsson enjoys visitors. Knock, take a seat on the bench right next to the door and he will be with you shortly. If not inside, he’s probably out making sure no students wander off into the Forbidden Forest.
Please post your character knocking on the door and we will let you in as soon as possible!
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10-22-2017, 07:10 PM
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| | Shrake
Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: Rohan
Posts: 12,678
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Louis Bracken
Gryffindor Sixth Year
Ministry RPG Name:
Daphne Richardson
International Cooperation
Ministry RPG Name:
Natalie McKinley
Environmental Protection
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| ~in the middle of the night~ Sardines ♥ BHB ♥ Dallie ♥ Grumpy ♥ MY SUN AND STARS ♥ i love julia
It was pitch black. The sun had been down for hours and Hogwarts grounds were lit only by the stars and the moon that were peeking through low, wispy clouds. All was quiet except for a few hooting owls and the soft crunch of frosty grass under Natalie McKinley's feet.
The young Slytherin was quietly making her way across the grounds in the middle of the night with one thought in her mind. A red envelope was in her hand. Her eyes were wide and glassy, barely blinking, and her expression was blank. She was on a mission.
Hiding in the shadows until she reached the hut of the Groundskeeper, silently, she opened the front door and silently, she crept inside. Luckily, she was light footed and made no sound as she crossed the small hut. Looking around, Natalie quietly searched the hut until she found what she was looking for.
The Groundskeeper's broom. It was very important that she got this broom.
Silently, Natalie seized the broom, made all efforts not to wake the Groundskeeper and headed back towards the door. On her way out, she set the red envelope containing a howler on his table, and then she crept back out of the hut and quietly shut the door.
Facial expression still unchanged, Natalie hid in the shadows on her way back up to the castle, completely unseen, to hide the stolen object. | 
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10-22-2017, 09:00 PM
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|   DMAC & MODoxy
Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: Sweden [GMT+1]
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Ministry RPG Name:
Amelia Hartman
Accidents & Catastrophes
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Presley Ross
Diagon Alley Employee:
Stella Marie Reed
Daily Prophet News Reporter | Early next morning. a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
The Groundskeeper was not a light sleeper. It was actually quite a task to wake him up at all. From the moment he closed his eyes in the evening to the moment he opened them the next morning, he slept like an older, slightly overweight gentleman a baby. And this particular night was no different.
Haraldur woke up the following morning when it was still dark out. Nothing about that morning seemed out of the ordinary as he prepared for his morning rounds of the grounds. He moved routinely, not fully awake but having no doubt the crisp morning would wake him up. Without looking, Haraldur reached out to grab his broom from his usual spot but his hands grasped nothing but air. He frowned and stared for a moment where his broom usually stood leaned against the dresser. He wasn't the most organized person, but he always knew 100% where his broom was. After all, Månjägaren had saved his life on many occasions and although inanimate, considered a sort of friend of his.
The groundskeeper sighed and started to march around the hut, in search of it. If it didn't show up soon he would be late for his second breakfast up at the castle and days without a second breakfast never worked out right.
After a few minutes of searching he stopped in the middle of the room, not really sure on what to do next. The hut wasn't that big after all, there were only a few possible places it could be.
His eyes landed on a red envelope on the table that hadn't been there the night before. Had someone broken in? The 66-year old Groundskeeper only hesitated for a few seconds before he walked over to the table and picked up the envelope to open it.
He had a feeling it wasn't an early Valentine's letter.
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10-24-2017, 02:13 AM
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Hours went by, which agitated the envelop sitting on the table even more. The longer it had to wait for it to be opened, the hotter the magical envelope grew. Once it was touched, the red howler instantly burst into flames and shouted:
"THOSE WHO STRUGGLE CANNOT FLY ON BROOMSTICKS.
LEARN HOW TO WALK WITH YOUR OWN TWO FEET
AND USE YOUR MAGIC FOR GOOD, OLD MAN!"
Smoke took the form of a winged animal while the howler relayed its message. The letter continued to rapidly burn and then it was nothing but a pile of ash.
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10-24-2017, 02:20 AM
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|  DIMC & DMGSDiricawl
Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Pride Rock
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Maia Denton
Daily Prophet Reporter x5 x2
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Flynn was all bundled up in his favorite hoodie as well as his Slytherin scarf as he made his way down to Mister Balvinsson's Hut to ask some serious questions about Quidditch. He felt like that was a sport he may be interested in participating in over the summer, or at least try out for it! Who better to ask his questions to than the crazy old man #2? Professor Myers being crazy old man #1.
He reached the hut and was about to knock on the door when he heard screaming.... what was being said?! He pressed his ear against the door trying to make out the words. Something about walking on two feet THEN HE HEARD THE OLD MAN PART! See, he was not the only one who thought that! But where was the screaming coming from?!
When silence fell, he knocked three times and waited.
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10-24-2017, 05:16 PM
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| DMAC & MO Doxy
Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: Sweden [GMT+1]
Posts: 5,865
Ministry RPG Name:
Amelia Hartman
Accidents & Catastrophes
Ministry RPG Name:
Presley Ross
Diagon Alley Employee:
Stella Marie Reed
Daily Prophet News Reporter | *squishes* a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
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Originally Posted by The Narrator  Hours went by, which agitated the envelop sitting on the table even more. The longer it had to wait for it to be opened, the hotter the magical envelope grew. Once it was touched, the red howler instantly burst into flames and shouted:
"THOSE WHO STRUGGLE CANNOT FLY ON BROOMSTICKS.
LEARN HOW TO WALK WITH YOUR OWN TWO FEET
AND USE YOUR MAGIC FOR GOOD, OLD MAN!"
Smoke took the form of a winged animal while the howler relayed its message. The letter continued to rapidly burn and then it was nothing but a pile of ash. Haraldur listened to the howler's message and frowned at the shape the smoke took. Once the letter had burnt out he spun around to put on his fur coat. The usual morning routine would have to wait, even second breakfast would have to wait.
He had to go see the Headmistress immediately. Quote:
Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat Flynn was all bundled up in his favorite hoodie as well as his Slytherin scarf as he made his way down to Mister Balvinsson's Hut to ask some serious questions about Quidditch. He felt like that was a sport he may be interested in participating in over the summer, or at least try out for it! Who better to ask his questions to than the crazy old man #2? Professor Myers being crazy old man #1.
He reached the hut and was about to knock on the door when he heard screaming.... what was being said?! He pressed his ear against the door trying to make out the words. Something about walking on two feet THEN HE HEARD THE OLD MAN PART! See, he was not the only one who thought that! But where was the screaming coming from?!
When silence fell, he knocked three times and waited. Just as he was about to leave, there were three knocks on the door. He froze, briefly wondering if the broom thief had returned to the scene of the crime or perhaps one of the other members of staff had seen what happened. The groundskeeper took two long strides towards the door and swung it open, eyes landing on a young man.
"Mr. Kowalski!" He raised his eyebrows, surprised. Usually students came to see him at lunch or after classes or simply grabbed a hold of him on the grounds. He rarely had visitors in the morning but then again nothing about that morning was ordinary anymore. "Eh..." Haraldur looked over Flynn's shoulder, as if to spot the perpetrator with a big sign saying, 'I stole your broom!' in bright shining colors.
He didn't.
"Eh, come in, step inside." He murmured, gesturing with a waving hand for Flynn to step in from the cold. "What can I do for ya this morning, my boy?" He asked as he stepped aside.
The hut was a mess from him rummaging through everything he owned in search for the broom and there was just a slight smell of burnt paper still hanging in the air with a dark little scorch mark in the ceiling if you looked closely.
Fortunately, the old man hadn't looked that closely yet.
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10-26-2017, 09:12 PM
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| DIMC & DMGS Diricawl
Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Pride Rock
Posts: 26,771
Diagon Alley Employee:
Maia Denton
Daily Prophet Reporter x5 x2
| Yay, Hamlet! • Cathopper • Disney Fanatic • I was normal once...
.... "Hey." Flynn furrowed his brows when the old man looked over his shoulder, and he slowly turned his head to see what was behind him. Nothing. Nothing was behind him. "Eh.....?" He looked back at the Professor. "Are you seeing things?" It was a legit question, but it more than likely came off somewhat jokingly and rather rude. Because, let's face it, everything that came out of the Slytherin's boy mouth sounded mean. It was the way he said things. Sometimes he meant for it to sound they way it did, and sometimes he didn't.
He stepped inside the hut when welcomed inside and looked around. If he didn't already think this man was crazy, he surely would now that he saw the mess this place was it. It looked as if he had been searching for something....? He also smelled smoke, which alarmed him a little. "You haven't really gone crazy, have you, sir?" He asked before he could even think about what was coming out of his mouth. He noticed the ashes on the table. "Delusional, possibly?"
Hmmmmmm. "I wanted to talk about Quidditch." But that seemed less important and interesting considering the other things happening around him.
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