The Courtyard The Courtyard is where many students spend their time between lessons if they're not in their Common Room or in the Great Hall. Its architecture, including watchful gargoyle parapets and real Gothic arches, reveals the Courtyard to be one of the oldest parts of Hogwarts, connecting the castle with the grounds and also leading to the wooden bridge over the ravine. In between lessons, the courtyard is usually filled with students enjoying some sun or gathering around the pear tree before heading back into the castle. Whether you choose to occupy one of the many stone benches or play gobstones on the cobblestone ground, the courtyard is the perfect place to relax with your friends from all houses. |
It was the first time Adam had ventured out to the grounds just to hang around and not go to the class - and naturally the first thing that caught his eye was the shiny new plaque on the grounds. Shiny? Adam didn't normally get distracted by shiny things but...he was curious! He hurried over and scanned it, smiling slightly as he took in the engraving. Awwww. What a nice little commemorative decoration! He sort of wish he'd seen the fight, but also he was very very glad he had NOT. He'd seen enough drama for a lifetime last term... |
It was really nice outside today, and Ivy planned to enjoy it. Normally she would use this opportunity to take some photos, but...she still hadn't felt the desire to even get her camera out of her trunk yet. And she refused to force herself to use it. What was the point if it only frustrated her? So she didn't actually have a plan for what she wanted to do outside, but she'd slung her bag over her shoulder to bring a few books and things with her. Maybe she'd do some spell practice. Maybe she'd check out the giant treehouse or visit some of the creatures. Maybe she'd find a friend along the way to hang out with. Or maybe she'd catch sight of a new plaque on one of the courtyard columns, with Adam standing in front of it too. Curious, she walked over, offering a smile to him. "Hey. What's..." She trailed off as she read it, and her smile faltered. "Oh." |
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"Anyways....what's up?" he asked her with a bigger smile, happy to turn the conversation away from the events of last term. |
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While the Third Year was still on the fence about how she felt about that, she had to admit, it was nice seeing her friends out without worrying about the hoodie squad scooping in to make their day miserable. "Hey, Adam." She came to a stop by the pair, her toy dragon in toy. Now that he'd learned to fly, it was all he seemed to want to do. "Ivy." It took her a moment to notice the new shiny by the fountain, and another silent moment of reading it. "Wild, isn't it? This is where he took half of us and locked us up...and then he fell here, too." There was some sort of poetic justice in what happened to Rosier. He certainly deserved it. |
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And yet still she felt... Well, all of her feelings were all mixed up and conflicting with each other, and she couldn't pinpoint why. And she wasn't sure she even wanted to know why. Delving into all of that would mean dredging up those memories, and Ivy wanted noooo part of that. Ignoring it was going just fine so far, yep. So pushing all of that aside... But before she could run with the opportunity Adam had given for a change of subject, Emmerson had also arrived with her flying dragon toy to take note of the plaque. "Yeah...weird to think about." The juxtaposition of the two events...was a lot. And so she turned her attention to the toy creature. "Cool dragon." |
Can I barely keep up with posts? Yes. But do I need some Quinn fluff? Direly. Open! Quinn was all bundled up in an oversized wool sweater as he sat on a bench in the courtyard, studying up on History of Magic. He thought that the autumn chill would help to keep him focused on his work, but the sweater was kind of counteracting that. He was dead tired today: most of Quinn's time recently was spent worrying. And that was not good news for his schoolwork, which there was an abundance of. The night before Quinn had stayed up late doing a paper for Muggle Studies, practicing for Charms, memorizing ingredients for Potions and writing up observations for Astronomy. And today he still had to do predictions for Divination, readings for History of Magic and another paper for Ancient Runes. All of this while thinking about everything that was going belly-up in his personal life. The heavy bags under his eyes were good indicators of how tiring this all was for him. Elbows rested on knees, Quinn propped his head up with one hand and his textbook with his other. His heavy eyelids blinked slowly as he read the same sentences over and over to try and retain the information. Soon his eyes closed without him realizing it and he drifted off, slowly leaning forward, threatening to drop off of the bench entirely. |
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Walking over to the boy who she somewhat recognised from her previous year at Hogwarts and because he was in fact in her house, she pulled out her wand (because you could never be too cautious) and lightly poked him in the face to see if he’d been charmed or simply fallen asleep. Judging from his and the massive bags under them, it seemed that it was most likely the latter. “Errr…hello? Wakey wakey. You’ve fallen asleep outside Quinn”, a small smile across her face now as she smiled down at the figure who was practically kissing the floor he’d leaned so far forward. Shaking her head and laughing, the third year Ravenclaw slipped her wand away and tried to shake him a little a little and wake him up. Oh, the joys of being responsible. She knew that Adam would most likely play a prank on the boy but she was far too nice for her own good and not really the practical jokes. |
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“Why are you trying to stay awake anyway? Maybe you should be sleeping or like, taking a nap?”. He seemed so zonked that it was almost stupid to stay awake at this point. What book could be so important that he had to stay away? Briefly, she peered down at the book before turning back to him. “I mean, I can’t slap as hard as the Whomping Willow but I’ll slap you if you want?” her tone neutral and serious. If only the not-so-subtle smile across her face hadn’t given it away. “You could always see if some of the older students could slip you some invigoration draught? That’ll give you an energy boost”. She’d have honestly considered doing it herself but she’d never actually made one and it was a fifth-year potion, not that she hadn’t already read about how to make it in one of her older siblings textbooks however. |
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He sighed, rubbing his eyes again. "I just... have a lot of work. It wouldn't be a lot if I had just... paced it out better but...." I feel like everything is happening all at once and I barely have time to focus on my work because my thoughts are consumed with how I'm ever going to sort out what's happening with everyone else and what's happening with myself "...I just didn't." For a moment he was taking Ingrid seriously, and he was seriously thinking about if a slap would wake him up, but he shook the thought from his head once he noticed she was smiling. He laughed a bit again. "No, I'm alright, but thanks for the offer." Quinn thought for a moment about getting an invigoration draught, but then... "Uh, well... I actually don't know very many older students that well. Like.... I know Avalon to see, and I talk to Claudine and Bernie a bit, but... I would feel weird asking them to make me something..." A lot of the older students intimidated Quinn, anyway. Anyone over third year generally made him nervous, either simply because they were older, or because they seemed like they wouldn't be bothered with him, or they were really good-looking and it gave him butterflies.... he hated butterflies. But he nonetheless wanted to get to know some of them better, and he wasn't exactly sure why, he just thought that it would be cool to have older friends. |
Ollie~ The courtyard had been one of the few places at Hogwarts that Daniel loved to spend his time at. It didn't top the library but it was a close second. It was a simple place really where he went to read a book while seated at the edge of the fountain. Today was a day like that, despite it getting colder outside Daniel had taken a seat on one of the stone benches in the right corner of the courtyard. He had been reading a new novel for the past twenty minutes when he had to take a short break. He placed his book beside him on the stone bench and leaned his back against the wall behind him as his dark brown eyes found the pillar with the plaque on it. He had read it before so he stayed seated but wasn't it surreal that he was sitting here reading a book when a grand duel had taken place here? He let out a sigh, hoping to witness a duel like that one day. Maybe he'd be the one duelling?! That be so epic! |
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"Okay Pepper, go find some bugs to hunt down." She nodded to her cat as she sat down on a bench next to a boy. Was he going to move? Was this seat taken? She should ask. "Is someone sitting here?" She pointed to the seat she was already sitting in. He looked familiar, but Ollie didn't think they had ever talked before."I can move if someone is." That was polite right? To offer to move from someone's spot. Well she wasn't even sure someone was actually sitting here. |
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Sighing, she shook her head sarcastically. “Sounds like someone needs one of those homework planners that remind you to do your homework and shout insults at you,” not that she’d ever needed one but she’d heard good things about them. “Is there any reason why you didn’t space it out a little better?” her eyes watching him carefully now just to see if there was some other reason other than the usual “I can’t be bothered” or “I’ll do it tomorrow” excuse that people usually use. “Your loss then” she replied shrugging now as if she would have actually done it. The truth was, after last year, she hated violence and the idea of doing something like that to another pupil kind of scared her, even if it wouldn’t actually hurt all that much. Nodding because she knew exactly what he mean, she continued “Yeah, I know what you mean. I had my brothers and sisters who were older than me so I could always ask them. I would offer to help you too but I don’t think I could honestly make one. Not right away anyway. It would take a lot of guessing and most likely a fair bit of trial and error and then I’d need a guinea pig and there would obviously be risks with things going wrong and potential trips to the hospital wing and…” but her voice began to trail off as her thoughts turned from her the verbal to non-verbal. She did that sometimes. Just spewed her thoughts out without thinking. Some people internalised their thoughts but not her. Not for the most part anyway. “If you need one though, you should maybe ask one. Branch out a little. Make new friends” kind of like she sort of was now with him, for example. Smiling now, she put one hand on his shoulder as she made to get up. “Are you sure you’re okay now Quinn? You really do like awfully tired” her voice full of genuine concern for the second year. |
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He did not say anything as the girl sat down on the bench next to him. The bench wasn't only for him after all and he knew how to share. Her question made him turn his head to look at her though and he wanted to comment on it that she was seated there but decided not to in the end. "No" he said. "I was alone until you showed up" he had seen her during classes but never really interacted with her. "You're a first-year like me, right?" |
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Ollie did not wait for the boy to respond before opening her notebook and reading her pencil. The full map of the school hade taken almost the whole time she had been there and it still wasn't truly complete since she had never been to off-limit parts of the castle. Nevertheless, She was happy with her map. She decided to flip to the courtyard's page and she started sketching out a rough copy of the fountain in front of her. She looked back to the boy and frowned at his answer. That was.... kinda rude. Obviously she didn't mean to intrude on the boy but she didn't think she was that much of a bother. "Well, if you'd like to be alone, I'm happy to move." She returned her attention to her drawing. She looked back up at him as he asked her if she was a first year. He did look familiar, but Ollie was terrible at remembering names. "Yes, I'm Ollie." She didn't offer him a hand as she normally would've, instead she looked back at her drawing once more and started at it again. |
open to any and all~ Nem had woken that morning with a one thought at the forefront of their mind. Unshakeable, perhaps, though really it was hard to say, as they hadn't put all that much effort into shaking it. Any effort, in fact. Evidently in better health than they'd seemed in recent weeks - due in part to prematurely restarting the potions routine they had had to abandon for a time - but with a curiously blank expression, Nem strode through the castle and out into the morning air. Monday, around breakfast time, so most students and staff were likely to be in the Great Hall, but otherwise Nem was not subtle nor furtive as they walked with purpose into the courtyard and straight to the poorly restored pillar. They didn't stop to read, only drew their wand and stepped up to the plaque, and began working it off of the stone. And if it didn't come away so easily? Not a problem, Nem wouldn't mind taking a chunk of the pillar that had killed Lucien Rosier. |
SPOILER!!: Upstead Ash was regretting all her life decisions. As usual. So she was on a walk(skipping breakfast- oops), in hopes that she'd be happier and less tired when she went outside. It was clearly not working. The universe had decided that she should run into Upstead. Stupid universe. It backfired tho... she was too tired to bother caring. Ha. What was Upstead doing anyway??? Were they getting rid of the Rosier sign? Good. That guy didn't deserve a sign. There were a lot of dead people who deserved signs. Like Kitridge. Rosier was not one of them. But it was unlikely that Upstead was thinking the same things as she was. "Why?" She came to a stop behind them and curiously watched them. Why were they getting rid of the evil guy sign? She was mostly just curious and too tired to protest. If the sign was gone, the sign was gone. She wasn't gonna tell anyone. |
SPOILER!!: Nem & Ash She'd gotten a late start to her pre-breakfast run today, so Mamie was a bit in a rush to get back inside and get some food into her belly. She jogged into the courtyard, slightly sweaty and incredibly hungry. Wait, was that...Ash? She veered toward her former friend, adjusting her glasses nervously. Wait, Upstead too? What were they doing? Had...had Ash given up friendship with Mamie for friendship with Nemesis, who Ash famously disliked and blamed for the whole...mirror ordeal? "Good morning!" she said, stepping closer to sate her curiosity. Chipper from the exercise, if a bit hangry. "Lovely weather!" |
SPOILER!!: Nem, Ash, and Margaret A book tucked snugly under her right arm, Lisa walked out of the castle doors and into the courtyard. She hadn’t felt like eating this morning when she saw the bread. It made her feel sick to her stomach just thinking about it so she opted to skip breakfast. Instead, she’d utilize this time before classes to do more research on how to get into the Restricted section of the Library. Her goal was to end up at the Treehouse (her sanctuary) but a smaller group caught her attention. Nem, Ash, and Margaret were three that she would not think of hanging out together outside of classes and THIS intrigued her. “Hi!” she said with a wave and was going to continue on her way when curiosity got the better of her. What were they doing exactly? She looked at the older students before her gaze went to the plaque. “What’s… that?” she asked. Her mind was still overloaded with processing the information from a previous HoM lesson. |
Turned out, this thing was pretty easy to get down after all - it was starting to get old, all this business with expectations, but whatever. In the end, Nem decided to take some of the stone anyway, because they could, because it was there. "Because I want to," they said in reply to Fox, though without looking around at her just yet. It was a good enough reason for now. As they worked the plaque off the stone, Nem heard another voice. Turov. Another. Nam, first year. This time they didn't speak right away, not until they had the plaque tucked under one arm, and a chunk of rock from the pillar discreetly tucked away into their pocket. They eyed the pillar for a moment - they knew it well - noting its apparent lack of structural soundness. Only then did Nem turn around, looking briefly between the three girls before addressing Turov directly. "Morning. Nice day for it." Nem seemed in no hurry to rush away with their ill-gotten gains. Instead, they turned their attention to Nam, answered her question belatedly. "It's a plaque, saying about how this is where Lucien Rosier was killed." By the pillar, for the record. Hollingberry couldn't take that credit. |
SPOILER!!: people ”well I wanna take it down too, but why do-“ Was that Mamie??? Wow. The universe really did want her to be unhappy forever. Upstead, Mamie... And now Lisa was here and she couldn’t show emotion for fear of ruining her happiness. “Hey Lisa.” Lisa was the only person here worth greeting. Ash raised her eyebrow at Mamie, then turned away . “Sure. The weather is fine. Whatever.” She looked at the pillar, now missing a plaque. “What are you gonna do with it, Upstead? Melt it? Hang it on your wall? Bury it? Put it in the headmaster’s office as a prank?” The possibilities were endless. Upstead, Mamie, Ash, and Lisa. What a great group. But like, sarcastically. “Hope the pillar doesn’t fall and kill us all.” Ha Ha. |
Why did Ash have to be so negative all the time? Mamie squinted at her ex-best friend before smiling at Nemesis and Lisa. Whatever plaque-removing Upstead was up to...she did not care. She didn't need a dentist. She was, however, interested in how interested Ashley was. Why? Was she going to get into trouble? Friends or not, Mamie felt obligated to at least try to deter her She shot Ash a disapproving look, then turned to look at Lisa. "What've you got there, Lees?" She gestured at the book. Was she ignoring Ash? Definitely. Was she still trying to listen on whatever Ash was trying to plan with Nemesis? Probably. |
Lisa gave the older students a small smile and greeted them in return. Her smile dropped when Nem mentioned what the plaque was about and a sudden chill crawled up her arms. She shivered, folding her arms across her chest. “Rosier… I read about that guy,” she said almost in a whisper as if saying his name could conjure him to their precise location. The suggestions that Ash were throwing around were rather perplexing. She did like the sound of pranking people but… the Headmaster? :yikes: She’d pass on that one. Lisa just stood there, becoming more and more confused by the second. The icing on the cake was certainly the comment about the pillar killing them. “Why? It looks fairly… stuck in place?” she offered having ZERO idea of the details surrounding how Rosier’s demise actually ended. She just heard that he had gotten… got for lack of a better word. There was also this REALLY weird tension thing going on between Ash and Margaret. It made her feel really uncomfortable to see the two practically ignoring each other after they had been so chummy before. Was this what she had to look forward to as a teenager? Broken friendships and awkward tension? She started hoping that the Peter Plan play actually DID have some fairy dust in it so she could go to Neverland and NEVER AGE past 12. Her idea was absolutely dramatic. She glanced down at her book and then to Mamie. “It’s a book on sleeping potions for research….” |
Read about him, did she now. Nem nodded, then cut a quick glance between Fox and Turov, but said nothing of this little falling out that had apparently happened between them. Not interesting, nor all that important, but something to keep in mind, perhaps. Kid stuff, essentially, but all the same, it was worth keeping track of who was in league with who. Or not, as the case may be. Speaking of childish. "I don't pull pranks," Nem said simply, now tapping the plaque with their wand and shrinking it down, in order to slip it comfortably into the same pocket in which they kept the name tag from the very first lesson of term. They gave Fox no further answer, partly because they hadn't decided yet; for now, they just wanted to take it down, and so they had. Maybe they'd keep hold of the plaque, maybe they'd send it to someone else - there was an individual Nem had been meaning to write to, who worked at the Ministry. Could even sell the thing, but the going rate was unlikely to be worth it. "It's fine. A little unstable at most." The pillar, of course. "Suppose falling on top of Rosier didn't do it much good." Idiot. Taken out of the game by a glorified brick. What a waste. Ready to be on their way, Nem lingered a moment longer through the exchange between Nam and Turov, just in case there was anything in it worth paying attention to. |
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