Harry Potter and the Rise of He Who Must Not Be Named(Rp Thread)

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    HARRY POTTER AND THE RISE OF HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED —


    introduction


    Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

    Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall

    (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)



    Dear ______________,



    We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.



    Term begins 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.



    Yours sincerely,



    Daemon Malice

    Deputy Headmaster


    summary

    So basically, your character(s) are accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they can be any year, though the main plot will require students who are more advanced, so preferably students year four and up, though some exceptions can be made as long as the majority of students are older.


    As the school year starts up, the teachers are becoming increasingly aware of both the vulnerability of the Ministry and the rising of Voldemorts followers, despite his clear end. Voldemorts second in command has been reviving the death eaters to Voldemorts cause. Although Voldemort had seemed as evil as possible, somehow this new Wizard was far more gruesome. Headmistress McGonagall knows that their are Voldemort Worshipper spies within the castle walls of Hogwarts but being busy running the Triwizard Tournament, and trying to help the ministry combat the sudden deaths of Harry potter sympathisers left and right, she has had to let some things slip through the cracks.


    The order of the Phoenix has been revived to protect those who survive the needless murders of Harry Potter sympathizers and are working on plans to take him down before its too late.


    Current Plots
    Threads


    setting

    Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I would explain it but I'm sure most of you know what it looks like if you're joining this thread.


    characters

    High Positions

    Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall (Adoptable)

    Deputy Headmaster: Daemon Bellinor Malice, Slytherin -ghost-

    Voldemort's Second in Command: Daemon Bellinor Malice, Slytherin -ghost-



    Teaching Positions

    Astronomy: Sir Raymond Ian Rookwood, Ravenclaw, Baratheon

    Charms: Calliope Findle, Gryffindor, BattyLeBat

    Defense Against the Dark Arts: Peter Edward Blackburne, Slytherin, Ech0

    Herbology: Reserved for ||-WickedLillies-||

    History of Magic: Open

    Potions: Alys Fleur Dubois, Hufflepuff, pip!  

    Transfiguration: Michael Leviathan Acroix, Ravenclaw ephemeral.



    Electives (Third Years only)

    Alchemy: Open

    Apparition: Open

    Arithmancy: Open

    Care of Magical Creatures: Tempest Valerian, Ravenclaw, Viserion

    Divination: Cecil Amos Wyatt, Slytherin, BattyLeBat

    Study of Ancient Runes: Open



    Animagus and the like(3/3):

    - Scarlet Thalia Arch, Gryffindor, Viserion

    - Samantha Pearl Sinclair, Slytherin, Ech0

    - Daemon Bellinor Malice, Slytherin, -ghost-



    Students:

    Gryffindor:

    Quidditch Captain:

    Chasers(1/3): Peyton Jude Lane ephemeral.

    Keeper(0/1):

    Beaters(1/2): James Harrison arkhamdevil

    Seekers(0/1):

    - Scarlet Thalia Arch Viserion

    - Rose Alexandra Buckley con amore



    Slytherin:

    Quidditch Captain: Lilith Silversprout arkhamdevil

    Chasers(1/3): Derek Valerian Rookwood Baratheon

    Keeper(0/1):

    Beaters(1/2): Lilith Silversprout arkhamdevil

    Seekers(0/1):

    - Derek Valerian Rookwood Baratheon

    - Samantha Pearl Sinclair Ech0

    - Niall Ren Godfrey -ghost-


    Ravenclaw:

    Quidditch Captain: Blake Eugene Edwards bite.

    Chasers(0/3):

    Keeper(0/1):

    Beaters(0/2):

    Seekers(1/1):Hope Glenda Lannister pip!

    - Diana Sable Bone -ghost-



    Hufflepuff:

    Quidditch Captain:

    Chasers(0/3):

    Keeper(0/1):

    Beaters(0/2):

    Seekers(0/1):

    - Cassandra Alice Richard BattyLeBat

    - Abel Jenson Bone -ghost-

    - Lucas Flynn Aldaine ellie !



    rules

    1. All ff rules apply

    2. You can only have one high position character or teacher, you can't be headmistress/deputy headmaster and a teacher and a student

    3. Swearing is just fine, but it shouldn't be every other word, be reasonable

    4. At least a paragraph each, I get low muse, believe me, but this is an advanced thread, so make sure your semi-advanced to advanced at least.

    5. No non human characters they all must be full witch or wizard, Muggle born's are welcome but no goblins or centaurs please

    6. While characters are allowed to be complete asses to each other in the roleplay, OOC bullying is not tolerated. Hate the character, not the RPer.

    7. I will be accepting only three witches/wizards with special abilities, whether they be a metamorphmagus, Veela, werewolf, etc., and these students must be 4th year+, as most of these are very sophisticated abilities.

    8. No OCs who are related to the canon characters. The characters from Harry’s generation and those before may be mentioned, but there will be no interaction with them, other than Headmistress McGonagall.

    9. When it comes to fights and wizards’ duels, no powerplaying or godmodding. Make sure your characters have some weaknesses; they can’t be invincible.

    10. Please be active! This roleplay won't be as fun if we're waiting weeks on end just for a reply.

    11. With regards to the aforementioned rule, don’t flood other thread members, including myself. You must wait until three people have posted between your last post until you can reply again. If this rule is broken repeatedly and people are left excluded from the plot, I may block you from the roleplay

    12. You have an awesome plan for a plot? Even if it only involves your character and is something really minor, talk to me about it before you go forward with it.

    13. Use faceclaims, and no anime pictures for your charries!




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    Peter Edward Blackburne - Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor - 29 years - Male


    IC: Peter didn't carry much, his shaggy dark hair met with the line of his ruff dark cloak, brown leather suitcase below that, and a slight limp from years spent in Azkaban. Regardless, he was on his way to a fresh start, and despite being a little off his rocker, he was perfectly suited to be a teacher. His black eyes shifted nervously, he'd heard the rumors, and Voldemort's second in command rising from the depths of Voldemorts' death were precisely why he was taking the Hogwarts express rather then appirating. He gripped his case with white knuckles, and walked quickly down the steps into the station, and eventually weaving his way through the crowds of people and through to platform 9 3/4. The tinniest of smiles pulled at the corners of his lips at the sight of the Hogwarts express, memories of excitement and chatting with friends, and struggling to carry all his books onto the train muddled with those events actually happening with a new batch of students. Before he could step forward, a dark hand pulled him back from behind, closing over his mouth so he couldn't yell, and kicking the back of his knees to force him to the ground behind the entrance to the platform, into a little cubby where three men and a woman, all dressed in dark colors and unmistakably bearing dark marks grinned maliciously at him.


    He let out a low growl, a smile on his lips only to anger his assailants. The moved in on him, saying words of murderer, do you wanna kill more? We know you didn't kill them because we killed them. How would you like to die too, since we didn't get the chance the first time. They all raised their wands and sent a green blast towards him, his own wand raised dutifully and countered the spell, it held for a minute before a small boom went off, unnoticed by those getting onto the train, and shocked the four death eaters back, mostly unhurt, grumbling and packing, not wanting to be found after the obvious explosion. However, the target, Peter himself lay unconscious for a moment, countering a killing curse like that would not end well for him, he thought as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slumped to the ground.


    Peter was jarred awake by the sound of the last horn calling anyone not on the train on in the next couple of minutes. Peter sucked in a painful breathe, let out a pained moan, curling slightly around his side which had a deep wound in it via the aftershock from the spells blast. Blinking his dark eyes open, crawled slightly towards the train, gasping for breathe that he couldn't seem to get, before he let out another groan of pain as he pulled himself dizzily to a standing position. Swaying drastically, as he took a few steps, before leaning against the wall and walking a few steps more, and promptly bumped into a short, platinum blonde head accompanied by a pair of shocked brown eyes and freckles. He swayed slightly back after realizing he had walked right into someone, but the blood slowly oozing out of his side, dampening the already black shirt and vest with white details clearly a deep red.


    OOC:




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    Samantha Pearl Sinclair - 8th year - 17 years - Female


    IC: Samantha walked quickly down to the platform for 9 3/4, she trotted quickly through and was embraced by a rush of magical families. She stood breathing it in, this would be the last time she got on the Hogwarts express, she stood tall, though not that tall as she was only 5'3''. She had small narrow heeled boots, a white button up shirt with a cute spotted droopy bow, a long flared skirt reached to just above her ankles and her fingers adorned a few silver rings, her ears a few silver studs, and her lips a warm pink shade. Her hair was tied up with half her hair flowing down to just below her shoulder blades, all in all, she looked like a vintage beauty. Samantha loved vintage clothes, and she had an affinity for theater, but for now, she had school to think about before she could go join the wizarding worlds best theater group to be on their own version of Broadway, and undeniably a much more magical Broadway. She walked quickly over to the train, stepping into it in the front car, her chestnut brown leather case hung loosely from her pale fingers, and when she stepped into the empty cabin, she sighed with relief, one more year and then she could follow her dreams.


    Despite her poor upbringing, Samantha held herself with high esteem, straight backed, chin high, she pretended to be richer than she was, and demanded authority and passion, she could care less what others thought of her, and she would do what she wanted and not please anyone but herself and her chosen few. Often this either made people hate her or follow her like a puppy, she was happy either way.


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    Cassandra Alice Richard


    For weeks, a dark haired man had plagued Cassandra’s dreams. Every night she was forced to relive the violent attack on a man she couldn’t name. Every dream started the same with Cassie alone in the dark, only to have a spell explode her surroundings into chaos. Every time he escaped with little more than his life and Cassandra was again shroud in darkness only for the whistle of the Hogwart’s Express to wake her. The man was oddly familiar to her, but his identity lay just out of her reach every time. His black cloak concealing whoever was behind it.



    She tried to force the dreams from her mind as she packed her trunk and prepared for a new school year at Hogwarts. The first year she would go and none of her brothers would follow. It was bittersweet, Cassandra decided, as she had desperately wanted to be rid of her brothers when she was younger. Now that the time had come and they wouldn’t be with her anymore Cassie couldn’t help but wish she had at least another year with them. Glancing at her vanity, Cassie felt a bit of nostalgia as she picked up the framed moving picture of herself, Peter, Cade, Marcus, and Liam all smiling and waving. They all looked so happy, a time Cassie couldn’t even remember as she had been a child of only three when it was taken. She was unmissable among the rowdy crowd of finely dressed boys, a spot of lilac and blonde hanging off the hip of the tallest boy in the picture.


    Tucking the picture into her trunk Cassie had just closed it when Liam entered the room. Tall, lean, blonde, he had been popular among the ladies at Hogwarts and yet he remained single. He had only just graduated and he seemed to think he was a full adult now, a fact that seemingly vexed fifteen year old Cassandra. “Come on, kiddo.” He ordered, “You don’t wanna be late, I won’t be there to save you a seat on the train!” Liam chuckled encouragingly as he grabbed her trunk and carried it down to their fireplace. Before she left, Cassie poured hot tea into an enchanted cup.


    Floo Powder, it seemed, would be her way of travel today. Not that Cassie minded, watching as Liam stepped forward and very clearly said, “King’s Cross Station!” As soon as he was gone with her trunk, Cassie followed suit also arriving to King’s Cross Station without error. A shiver ran down her spine as Liam prepared her trolley and patted her on the back. “Mum’n’Da send their love kid. Marcus and Cade too. I’ll make sure everyone sends letters,” He promised. “Aren’t you going to the Platform with me?” Cassie asked, her eyebrow raising slightly. “Ah, sorry kid. I can’t I gotta go.” He responded and Cassie hid her disappoint. “I’ll make sure to write.” She promised, hugging her brother goodbye. “And promise me you won’t worry about that dream, Dad has told you a thousand times that it’s just a dream. You’re just nervous, I promise.” Liam parroted as he released his sister.


    Though she wasn’t reassured Cassie nodded and turned back to her trolley. Inhaling slightly, and exhaling, Cassie made her run for the wall and passed through with ease. Just to be positive, Cassie read “Platform 9 ¾” off of the wall. Good. Handing her ticket to the ticketmaster, she carefully navigated her way through the busy platform and brought her trolley to be loaded before boarding the train. Not really wanting to make her way through the busy train to find somewhere to sit Cassie settled for the first compartment and patiently waited for the train to take off at eleven. As she stared out the window, all that Cassie could think about was the poor man and the sound of the whistle. Her foot began tapping and she began counting, the whistle blew every five minutes until the train left. That told her the attack was drawing near, maybe she was psyching herself out? With so many people out and about there’s no way anyone could be attacked right?


    Finishing her tea from earlier, Cassie drank the remainder and swirled the contents three times. The leafs took shape of a club, which troubled Cassie greatly. Hoping for a more positive reading, Cassie swirled again, this time the unmistakable falcon stared back. Discouraged, Cassie put the lid back on and shifted over to allow other students entry to her compartment while she headed down the hall to throw the cup away.


    When a rather handsome man bumped her, Cassie seemed to go blank, her voice dropped an octave and she muttered a few words before seemingly grounding herself and realizing the man looked like he was unable to support his own weight. Confusion was her immediate reaction but when she helped steady the man she realized something was wrong. The darkening of his shirt alerted her that he was bleeding quite heavily. Jumping into action, the fifth year Hufflepuff lifted his arm over her shoulder and half dragged him into the nearest compartment which was luckily empty.


    As he was nearly a foot taller than her, this proved no easy task and Cassie nearly dropped him onto the seat. Within a moment, it clicked. This had been the man in her dream and if she didn’t react quickly, he likely wouldn’t fair well. “Erm, I-I-“ She was hesitating unsure how the man would react to him helping her. “I’m gonna help you okay? I know what I’m doing I just need you to trust me. My name’s Cassie, what’s yours?” She asked hoping to keep the man awake and somewhat distracted.


    Her hands shook slightly, as she pulled her wand from her side and recalled her healing spells. As a child, Cassie was taught very specific healing spells due to her elder brothers harmful habits. Never in a million years did Cassie think she would have to actually cast them. Since Peter seemed close to fainting, Cassie tugged at the hem of his shirt and gaped at the sight of the wound. Her dream had been spot on after all!


    Bringing her wand tip to his wound, Cassie began tracing the wound, reciting the healing spell her mother had taught her. Three times was supposed to do the trick. The first time was supposed to stop the bleeding, “Vulnera Sanentur,”spoke Cassie, reciting the song-like incantation almost perfectly. It was at least good enough to slow the bleeding. The second time came quicker, meant to clean away the blood left behind and begin to knit the flesh back together, but it was an extremely advanced spell and Cassie was struggling to keep it stable despite the fact the spell was working. “Vulnera Sanentur,” At the risk of making it worst rather than finish healing it, Cassie backed away, his large wound scabbed and quite irritated but at least it likely wouldn’t kill him anymore. There wasn’t much she could do for the pain though. Poking her head out of the compartment, Cassie shouted. “Can someone help me please!”


    //I figured since most teachers are already at Hogwarts I’d put off on posting for Calliope.


    HOPE GLENDA LANNISTER - SHE/HER - EIGHTEEN - RAVENCLAW SEEKER

    ✨ The Ravenclaw seeker watched the train with a distant look in her blue eyes. She had a bad feeling about this year. She didn't know why or how. Her gut just told her something would go wrong. Hope looked over at her cat, Countess. The white cat offered a soft meow of reassurance to the girl and Hope inhaled. She had few bags, one slinged over her shoulder and the other, a small tote bag, in her hands. Hope didn't have many possessions to begin with so she mostly just brought clothes. Hope stepped toward the train, Countess at her heels. She stepped on board, rolling her eyes at the rambunctious Gryffindors she passed. They were boys and must've been second or third years. They looked too young to be her age. She felt their eyes on her as she passed and she clenched her jaw, trying her hardest not to use a stun spell on them. Countess continued to follow the dark-haired beauty through the train, her blue eyes wide as she watched all the witches and wizards.


    Hope was trying to find an empty car. She didn't have any friends and she wanted to be alone for her trip to Hogwarts. She always preferred being along anyways. She peeked her head into an empty car, almost in the back of the train. She looked down at Countess, watching her face for a reaction. The white feline slipped through Hope's legs and bumped her head against the door, purring. Hope laughed softly and opened the car door, slipping inside. She set her bags on the rails above her head and exhaled, watching Countess jump up on the seat, stretching out her small body. Hope glanced out the window, her hands on her hips. She remember her adoptive mother, Brienne and how sweet and kind she had been to her when she found out she was a witch. She was actually very thankful to her adoptive family. They were so gentle and kind with her, it really boggled her mind that people could be so good. She had only ever known bad before them so it was crazy to see the drastic difference.


    Hope brushed a loose tendril of her dark hair behind her ear as she plopped down on the seat, letting out a deep exhale. She was excited to go back to Hogwarts but she was also very nervous. It was her last year and she had no idea what she was going to do after she graduated. Part of her wanted to join the muggle world and just go to college but another part of her, the part that adored magic, wanted to have an adventurous lifestyle. Maybe she could be a Dragonologist. Hope smiled at the thought, her blue eyes looking out the window. Or maybe she could become a teacher at Hogwarts? The idea had crossed her mind. She just wasn't sure what she could possibly contribute to the legendary school. She was just a Half-Blood with a Death Eater as a father and a Muggle adoptive family. She knew she was a joke in the wizarding world. Hope inhaled deeply and crossed one leg over the other.


    She hoped this year would be different. A year that could change her life, help her realize who she is meant to be.





    ALYS FLEUR DUBOIS - SHE/HER - TWENTY NINE - POTIONS TEACHER


    ✨ Alys had been running a little late this year, she had had no preparation. Her daughter had gotten sick just before she was supposed to be at Hogwarts and Alys couldn't leave until she was better. The mother kissed her daughter's small forehead, tears in her dark eyes. She adored her daughter with every fiber of her being. She hated being away from her but the single mother was doing this so her daughter could have a better life. Alys spoke to her mother in french for a moment, trying to make sure all of the arrangements were just how she had planned and that her daughter, Anya would be alright. She inhaled deeply and crouched down to her daughter. She sniffled and hugged her daughter's small body tightly. She never wanted to let go. But she knew she would see her soon. Alys kissed her daughter once more and said her goodbyes in french before she grabbed her bags.


    She shuffled onto the train and her pet, a small black kitten, Jasper, followed close behind. She walked toward the back of the train, knowing she was one of the only teachers on the train. She walked into a car with only one student in it. It seemed to be a first year student. Alys smiled softly at the petite girl and set her bags on the railing above her. Jasper meowed and jumped up on he seat, clawing at the fabric. Alys cursed at him in french and the first year student giggled. The brunette mother laughed a bit and set her kitten down on the ground. Her kitten huffed and Alys laughed, shaking her head at her stubborn companion. She sighed, leaning back in her seat.


    Hearing someone calling for help, Alys frowned deeply. Why would anyone be calling for help? She told the first year to stay put before she moved out of the car. She followed the voice and came across an empty car. Well, it had been. She saw a smaller blonde Hufflepuff student and an older male with dark hair. Her frown deepened and she saw the blood stains on his shirt. Her eyes widened and she rushed into the car. She recognized the Hufflepuff student once she saw her face. Cassandra Richard. Alys rushed to the man and looked over his wound, worry in her dark eyes. "What spell did you use to heal this, Cassandra? Also, do you know who attacked him? Or did you at least see them?" Alys spoke softly, her voice calm and yet warm. Her dark gaze turned to the blonde student.



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    Peter Edward Blackburne - Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor - 29 years - Male


    IC: Peter staggered, and to his good fortune, the small blonde caught him, her face showing a level of surprise he wound't have expected, almost as if she recognized him. That thought evaporated thought as blood loss won over his brain, and he slumped weakly against her, barely conscious. He was vaguely aware of the girl barely managing to hold him up as she brought him onto the train, and the weightless feeling that accompanied her nearly dropping him a few times only made him moan in pain.


    Once they'd made it into the train, the girl dropped him roughly onto the seat, clearly his six foot one stature was a difficulty for the petite blonde. He nearly passed out completely but grimaced slightly in pain as the girl began to cast a healing spell on him, a distant thought passed though his head about how that spell was awfully advanced for the girl, but the thought of her "mucking up" the spell drifted as waves of pain surged up through him and he moaned, weakly twisting away from the spell.


    "M'Names Peter Blackburne" he slurred against the fog in his brain, realizing her attempts to keep him awake, that made logical sense he should try to stay awake, that certainly would only help with the concussion he was sure he had from the blast.


    "s'awfully har' spell" he slurred, but was clearly unheard as the blonde turned and called out the door of their compartment, he would certainly need the help. He sluggishly turned his head to look around, taking in the compartment, the girl had both his case and her own thrown haphazardly out of the way, and he moaned slightly as he brought his fingers back to his wound, bloody as they already were, the wound stung as he pressed his hands against it, protectively if for nothing else.


    He was flashing in and out of consciousness, he dropped his head back against the seat after is little venture into looking at his surroundings and his eyes promptly rolled to the back of his head, exhausted and in pain. When his eyes opened again, a brunette, older, probably another professor had her head poking into the compartment. He smiled, teethe stained with blonde, that dripped from the edge of his mouth after the blast as he noticed the new unfamiliar woman rush over to him, and concurrently not notice that he was awake.


    "I'm not dead yet, princess" he snarled, anger burning in his eyes at being fawned over after so many years in Azkaban dealing with the cruel dementors and constant solitude. But after his scratchy voiced coughed with the effort of drawing breath, he was subdued once more by pain, his eye's glazing over. When he spoke again his eyes remained closed, the lines on his face drawn tight, "You are aware of the recent attacks" he asked voice cold and bone tired, he opened one eye glassily to glance her expression. He was known for being unpredictable, but this change in mood was jarring to even him as the fire vanished to leave him burnt out more than anything else.


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    Samantha Pearl Sinclair - 8th year - 17 years - Female


    IC: I'll post with her later when I have more to go off of.


    OOC:


    Cassandra Alice Richard

    “Oh, thank goodness,” Cassie breathed as Professor Dubois came to her rescue. “Vulnera Sanentur, it’s a lesser known healing spell. It’s technically a counter curse but I figured I could use it. I didn’t want to cast it again and risk hurting him more,” She admitted softly listening to Alys seriously. When faced with the question of wether or not she had seen his assailants, however, Cassie struggled. To say yes meant confessing that she had seen the attack and to say no meant she was lying.


    Glancing back at Peter, Cassie nodded yes. “Three men and a woman, they had...” She gestures to her forearm. “Dark marks,” She mumbled quietly. “I could identify them if I saw them,” The blonde squeaked. “I saw them fleeing from my compartments window. They looked almost as bad as him,” She remedied quickly. Though her awkward coverup could be played off as nerves, Cassie knew her professor would likely pry for a better explained of what she had seen later.


    The younger female couldn’t stop her hands from nervously shaking, hoping her spell had done enough and the man wouldn’t end up dead. When Peter addressed Alys she could only hope he wouldn’t remember enough to discredit her seeing him from the train. Her chocolate brown eyes looked back to Peter with great concern, her brows knitting together as she remained quite shaken. All she could provide now was comfort, and she placed a reassuring hand on his forearm. He was cold to the touch which worried her but there wasn’t much more she could do. “You’re gonna be alright. If anyone can help it’s Professor Dubois,” She promised quietly looking back to the older women for reassurance in words.

    HOPE GLENDA LANNISTER - SHE/HER - EIGHTEEN - RAVENCLAW SEEKER

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    ALYS FLEUR DUBOIS - SHE/HER - TWENTY NINE - POTIONS TEACHER


    ✨ Alys turned her gaze from Cassandra to the wound, lifting the man's shirt. She listened to her words and glanced in her direction for a moment before pulling out her wand. "That's a very advanced spell, especially for your age. It could've been a lot worse. Good job, especially thinking on your feet like that." The teacher praised. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she studied the injury. It was definitely the result of him repelling a strong spell, most likely a curse. She inhaled deeply, knowing she had to help this man. She looked up at him, recognizing him from somewhere but she couldn't place it. Alys heard her explanation of what she saw and the brunette tensed. She clenched her jaw. She feared that the dark wizards were coming back. She wanted her daughter to grow up in a peaceful wizarding world, not one where she could be killed just for being a Half-Blood. "Thank you for telling the truth. We will have to take this manner to McGonagall once we reach Hogwarts." The woman spoke, her dark eyes looking over at Cassandra.


    Alys muttered a healing spell with a soft voice as she raised her wand to the man's wound. She saw white light emitting from the end of her wand as the wound began to heal itself. The inside healed itself and she watched as the skin stitched itself back together instead of being scabbed and irritated. Then, the outside healed. All the red marks from irritation disappeared and the wound was now only a small scar. The French woman exhaled slowly, her brown locks falling over her face. She lowered her wand and glanced over at Cassandra once more. "Find him some water, please. And maybe something to eat." Alys spoke as she stood, watching the man carefully.



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    DEREK ROOKWOOD

    slytherin | 17 | half-blood


    His final year! Derek couldn't be more excited to finish up his days at the school and finally begin a legitimate career. Of course, he loved the castle and everything it held, but after staying there every year for six years, it tended to lose its wonder. The boy and his uncle had come together to the train station, and just in time it seemed, too. Derek heard the last train whistle call and he eagerly pushed forwards in order to board as fast as possible. Otulissa hooted from her cage, not liking being so cooped up. "Sorry," He told her with an apologetic smile, "I'll get you out as soon as we get there, okay?" She turned to face the other way in response. Derek rolled his eyes.


    The Slytherin glanced around for his uncle, but assumed Ian was already on. He hopped onto the train with a smile, glancing around at all of his fellow students. He let out a sigh as the train lurched forwards, finally starting on its journey. This was the last time he'd ride this old thing. He started down the small corridor, not bothering to apologize as he bumped into people and shimmied past others. It was funny to see the confused first years compared to the almost-bored seventh years like himself. The newbies would learn. Derek finally reached the front compartment, finding it was far less crowded up here. He knocked on the door and pushed it aside, finding a familiar face inside. "Hey! Mind if I join you, Samantha?" He asked, tone upbeat. Their past was a little rocky, but they’d both come out okay. Still friends, if not best friends, and he was okay with that.







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    PROFESSOR ROOKWOOD

    ravenclaw | astronomy | muggleborn


    Ray had reached the train station with his nephew a few minutes ago and had also lost him a few minutes ago. The Astronomy professor had wanted to accompany Derek on his last train ride of his young life, but it appeared he had other plans. Ray decided not to let it bother him and boarded the train at his own leisure, finding it already packed with students. Hmm, where to sit? The man strode down the corridor, apologizing and excusing himself as he did so. Eventually the students cleared as the train began to move and he had a much easier time maneuvering. To his surprise, though, he came across a familiar voice talking in a concerned, worried tone in a specific compartment. Ray knocked and slowly slid the door open, just wide enough for his dark eyes to peer inside. There he found Alys, a female student, and a dark-haired man huddled around each other. Ray felt a little embarrassed for barging in, but there was no backing out now. "Ah, everything okay?"

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    Peter Edward Blackburne - Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor - 29 years - Male


    IC: Peter sucked in a gasp, pain crossing through him as a healing spell was cast, forcing his cells to heal at a unnaturally fast rate, and when the spell was completed, he let out the breath with a sigh. His black orbs watched carefully what the blonde had said, but flicked quickly to the professor, she seemed to believe the blonde who was so clearly lying. Some people just saw only the good and never the bad, he couldn't imagine ignoring reality when he was faced for it no matter how much wishful thinking he did.


    Now that he was all fine and dandy, he thought it about time to get off his ass and get to a less crowded cabin, it was getting far too stuffy here and he was surprised to find himself wanting a cooler environment, not unlike the icy cells in Azkaban, that would bring a feeling of familiarity which this train had lost years ago with the death of Alice.


    At that, he pealed himself off the seats, managed to get himself in an upright position before swaying dramatically, and stumbling, his pale hand shooting out flat against the window as he slumped slightly against it.


    "Woah" was all he said in muted surprise, the dizzying stars in is visions making it quite hard to focus on the people rushing forwards to steady him. When did another male get here, he couldn't quite remember but at their needy hands, he quickly shrugged them off, anger swelling red hot in his chest, how dare they act like they care, how dare they stitch him up and send him on his way, he had suffered far worse in Azkaban with far less help, he didn't need weak children, hopelessly optimistic woman and some random man to take care of him and talk about him like he wasn't even there, he would tell McGonagall himself, he had no need of these fools.


    "Get OFF!" he screeched anger bubbling over, Azkaban had not done him well, it had reversed his ability to control his emotions and reactions to suite his audience, he reacted primally to what he did't want. And surged forward, pushing wobbly past the people in the compartment and banging his shoulder painfully into the door of the compartment, and that was enough, he fell forward, landing on his hands and knees and groaning. He thought distantly that he was probably acting like a rabid animal, but wasn't that what he actually was?


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    Samantha Pearl Sinclair - 8th year - 17 years - Female


    IC: Samantha Pearl Sinclair found herself staring down a certain Derek Rookwood, one of her many flings, turned friend-zone. She didn't mind though, Derek was nice, and she had already moved on by the time he said, I think we should just be friends and they had become just that. Sam was far to mature to let their previous relationship make their friendship awkward and strained, she just marched ever onwards and if Derek wanted to be along for the ride, she wouldn't say no.


    She smiled, plump lips curling upwards, "It would ever so lonely if you did not" she spoke, her voice theatrical and pretentious, and she motioned towards the seat across from her.


    "I don't suppose you'd like some every flavor beans? I've smuggled some of my own aboard, don't worry only the good ones" she grinned devilishly, a challenge to be sure. Everything was a challenge with Sam, her mood swings, her romantic pursuits, her every playful joke, she always seemed as if she had something she wasn't telling you. It was part of her charm, the worry that she knew something you don't, and her manipulative behavior only heightens that.


    Though her large doe like eyes raised thoughtfully as she brought a finger to her chin comically, "Or we could go torment first years with the stories of the terrible Ghosts that race through the halls of dearest Hogwarts, or the devils that lie in the dark forest that sometimes creep into students dorms, or the monsters under the lake that wail all night long in an erie song" she stared him down, waiting to see if he'd pick the more interesting options.


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    Cassie seemed displeased with Peter’s behavior, her hand recoiled and her nose scrunched ever so slightly. Her vision didn’t say he would be a complete arse. When he fell, Cassie moved to help him as her own brother Peter had often reacted the same way to her family’s attempts to help him. “Erm,” Unsure how to help him, Cassie glanced between Professor Dubois and Peter. “You’re still very weak,” She began to explain. “Just sit down for a moment and we’ll leave you alone. The more you move the more likely you are to hurt yourself.” She scolded slightly, sounding quite like a mother.

    “This is probably best left to adults, I’ll go get him something to drink and eat, Professor.” Cassie decided before ducking out of the compartment leaving Alys and now Ian to handle their apparently unruly patient.

    The blonde was more than happy to be out of the situation and as she shuffled down the hall, Cassie couldn’t help but hope the rest of the train ride would be less eventful. Finding the elderly woman pushing the candy trolley, Cassie exchanged a few coins for a rather unfashionable water and a few snacks before shuffling her way back down the hall to drop them off. Her brothers could clear the hall with a few words, but for Cassie, she struggled to get past a group of much taller seventh year Gryffindor boys and despite her polite excuse me, they continued to ignore her.

    Growing frustrated, Cassie shouted. “I said excuse me!” The boys seemed to finally pay her attention and stepped aside. “Thank you!” She exclaimed cheerily as she passed by, and returned to the compartment. “I wasn’t sure what he liked so I got a bit of chocolate and a couple crackers.” Cassie explained, setting the objects on the seat before straightening her shirt. “I’m gonna get out of the way now!” She promised, scurrying back out of the compartment.

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    ALYS FLEUR DUBOIS - SHE/HER - TWENTY NINE - POTIONS TEACHER

    ✨ The Potions professor frowned deeply at the man's outburst. She was guessing this was the new Defense against the Dark arts professor. She had heard stories about him being in Azkarban and how McGonagall got him out. She blinked, watching him. He seemed to be like a rabid animal. Prison will do that to a person. The tall brunette stepped forward, helping peel Peter off the ground and sat him in a seat. She grabbed the refreshments from Cassandra and thanked her before turning her hazel gaze toward the dark-haired man. "I know you don't want our help but you're going to have to deal. You were very badly injured and lost quite a bit of blood. So just calm down and listen to me. Drink this water and eat these snacks. A nap would probably do you some good as well." Alys said as she crouched in front of the male. She looked at him with a frown, her hazel eyes studying his features. He was a tortured soul, much like her Ryan had been when she had met him.


    "Sorry for ignoring your entrance, Professor Rockwood. How was your summer break?" Alys said, her hazel eyes glimmering and her smile warm. She had always secretly had a crush on Raymond, she couldn't lie. But she knew it would most likely never happen. He had shown little to no interest in her and she was fine with that. You can't force feelings, she though. She stood and brushed the dark locks from her pale face.



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    Peter Edward Blackburne - Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor - 29 years - Male


    IC: Peter growled angrily at the woman as she lifted him off the floor, and placed him unceremoniously on the seat. Grumbling he snatched the water, and downed it quickly, but ignored the food. Despite his weakened state, he wasn't particularly hungry and had no desire to eat anything anytime soon, not when his body was buzzing after what had just happened in the span of ten minutes. His black eyes flashed briefly towards the other male, eyes narrowing as he sized him up. The woman had proven herself an ally, the male, Professor Rockwood was an unknown and so far unknowns had proven to be a risk by a 2:4 ratio. He murmured a thanks that went unheard as the woman greeted Rockwood, and he turned tiredly to the wall.


    Leaning against the wall of the cabin, his dark eyes shifting between the two, when he spoke up, his voice was much calmer then it had been moments ago, "Peter Blackburne" he said, "Resident killer" despite the joke, his face and voice showed no amusement, almost as if he believed what he was saying, believed he was a killer after so many others had told him so, even if he was, in fact, innocent. He raised a shaky hand out to shake the others, not noting the blood that was dried on it, only assuming politeness would get him some brownie points in McGonagalls book.


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    Cassandra Alice Richard


    As she pressed down the hall, Cassie found herself flattened against a compartment door and when she finally squeezed her way out, she expected the next door to be closed as well. Much to the young blondes misfortune, it was not and she tumbled right through. “Woah!” She exclaimed as she managed to catch herself on the seat. As she steadied herself, Cassie let out a amused giggle and seemed to perk up. “Didn’t mean to crash the party!” She joked, her freckled cheeks turning a bit red as she failed to mask her embarrassment.

    As Cassie examined the two people she was addressing, she was pleased to find it was two Slytherin. She recognized them almost immediately, Samantha Sinclair and Derek Rookwood. “Ah sorry about the intrusion, no one wants to be in their seats and I can’t seem to get back to my own without getting trampled!” She exclaimed, her face taking on a rather animated appearance as she spoke. “I know it’s rude, but do you mind if I take a seat until I can scoot myself along to my own compartment?” She asked, standing near the door incase they said no.