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where: quidditch pitch
who: anyone
Her entire life, Poe had been told she would be a great beater for the quidditch team. Unfortunately, she did not harbor passions for the game. She would rather spend her life immersed in potion making and herbs. But yet, there she was, standing in the middle of the pitch. Poe stared up at the hoops, eyes squinting against the light that showered through the clouds. Until she felt a presence there with her. “Can I help you?”
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where: great hall, any table that isn’t slytherin’
who: anyone
Despite her best efforts to blend in, Orion was not great at it. She had spent her entire life trying to hide from the rest of the world and for once she wished that this was one of those times where it had worked. But today was not her day, Orion chanced a glance up as she sipped her tea. “Look, I’m aware you don’t know me, but can you just pretend I belong at this table for like two seconds?”
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amortentva:
status, open to anyone. location, just outside of the great hall.
"you are permitted to say absolutely nothing, do you understand me?" while there's no 'or else' to follow pansy's threat, it's certainly not a baseless one, her tone biting and gaze sharp. "nothing about the party, nothing about gormless little granger and co getting snatched, and for merlin's sake, keep your little dragon out of sight — i don't want any professors asking questions."
In all honesty, Orion wasn’t sure why she had been cornered in the first place. She kept to herself and she wanted to keep it that way. “You know, Pansy,” she began, shooting a glance over her shoulder, “the only thing you’re doing right now is bringing more attention to us. Considering, I don’t know, do you even remember my name? Not like you and I converse on a daily. So why don’t you keep your little threats and I’ll stay in my corner? I’m not interested in gaining attention here.”
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magixmusesfm:
open to: everyone location: aurelius library
Neville looks up from the table." Okay before you say anything." He starts defending himself smiling slightly. " Yes I did lose trevor again and no he is not under this desk thank you for your concern. Have you seen him by the way? I came to the library yesterday night to study and that's the last time I saw him."
“That’s your frog right?” Sid barely knew the kid. But he had seen other students wondering around the school calling for the exact name he had just mentioned. Knew that it was a frog they were looking for and not some cat that got loose. “Have you tried looking by the lake? He’s an amphibian so it would make sense that if he got loose he might go looking for a body of water to call home.”
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“exactly like that,” he laughs appreciating how quick she was able to follow along with his request and affirming his innocence in case anyone nearby was listening. he turned to offer his thanks, but faltered, unable to think of who she was. aster wasn’t familiar with the blonde that happened to be witness to his mishap, sure he had seen her around a few times in the great hall or maybe even in one of the many aurelius corridors, but despite his best attempt at putting a name to the face he came up empty. “is that what you’re doing now?” he questions, her boasting a perfect excuse to his lack of memory. “i should know your name and yet i’ve got nothing, what a naughty wix you are.”
“You got me,” she said, tilting her head just enough to let her curls fall away from her face. The blonde smiled softly at him, realizing that she must have forgotten his name as well. Or must not have cared enough commit it to memory. Poe admitted it was like a sigh of relief for someone not to know who she was. Should she had been home things would have been wildly different. The Graves kids were known for their shenanigans. “Poe,” she offered, “Can catch me in the alchemy lab most days if you’re interested. Seems that pesky memory charm backfired on me as well. Oopsie.”
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hcneysins:
status: open muse: seamus & whomever location: by the magical keg stand somewhere <3
❝ here ya go, ❞ seamus clambers away from the crowd and toward his current drinkless companion that he’s chosen to pester for the time being. his movements lack any source of grace as he near stumbles over his own feet in an attempt to reach the other, but seamus tells himself it’s the enthusiasm that matters. ❝ noticed you lacked a bevvy so i took it upon meself to change that. you’re welcome, really, ❞ he jokes playfully as takes a seat down on the shore and scoots closer so he can hear better over the music. ❝ but as i was sayin’ — er'body already has these tiny dragons, yeah ?? what if we, like, collect 'em all and unionize 'em. or even d'you think we could morph all these tiny babes into one big dragon ?? set 'em loose on peeves ?? ❞ the chaos of it all brings a look of awe on his expression as the mere ( inebriated ) thought of a large dragon at aurelius seems awesome.
Romilda was only half paying attention to the party going on around her when Seamus handed her the drink. She flashed him a smile, “Thanks.” After being handed her dragon, Romie hadn’t paid one ounce of attention to where it had went or what it was doing. But it seemed to know it belonged to her and followed her wherever she went. She supposed it was sort of cute in a weird, scaly puppy sort of way. “Seamus, I think if we morphed all the dragons into one then we would have Charizard or an idiot dragon with no brain on our hands instead of what you’re thinking,” she laughed, her mind taking her back to when her sisters would watch that muggle show with their muggle boyfriends growing up. What was it called? Pokemonsters? “Not to mention we would probably set the entire school on fire.”
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vcritaservm:
setting, black lake party, near the drinks table. open, to anyone in aurelius ! ♡
it’s still early on in the evening and blaise is stationed near the floating drinks table, unable to resist the lure of watching unsuspecting partygoers ask what the mysterious punch consists of and being splashed by the magic spoon dishing out the glasses. he’s just grabbed a crostini from one of the nearby house elves’ trays and taken a bite when it happens again, the latest victim having the most dramatic reaction yet and leaving blaise snickering silently as he watches, nodding slightly when he notices someone else watching the scene nearby. “ never gets old, ” he remarks with a shake of his head, before turning his attention back to his crostini.
Orion had been watching for close to forty-five minutes. The same thing coming and going. One of her classmates would come and asked what the punch was made of and be splashed, five minutes later another would do the same, and so on and so forth. It was like a broken record and Orion couldn’t help but start keeping a tally in her head of how many were getting--punched. “You would think that they would see their friends or at least hear about it and not let the same fate happen to them,” she said clicking her tongue, “But I guess our classmates are much stupider than we give them credit for.”
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setting, black lake party, near the lake. open, to anyone in aurelius ! ♡
a grin spreads across fred’s face as they play with their new little dragon friends, having already placed bets with a few people about random things and commandeered a couple extra, the three dragons nudging each other and tussling playfully, with fred egging them on. “ i won’t lie, i really want to go for a dip in the lake, but i don’t want to leave my little friends here, ” he laments to the nearest person, his gaze shifting towards them before it’s moving to glance at the few people already wading in the shallow waters. “ what’re the chances the little fellas know how to swim, d’you reckon? ” he glances over at them again with a lopsided grin, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
Orion wasn’t one for parties. She preferred to keep to herself and play with her cat. But that wasn’t an option tonight. Her dad had instructed her to live a little and go have fun for once. Live her teen years she never really got to. Since she had lived her entire teens in fear of herself. One could argue that Orion had forgotten how to have fun and live. Her eyes drifted back to where the tiny dragons were sparring. Or rather preparing for war within one another. “I think it’s the same concept as if a bird gets their wings wet,” she said, gnawing on the inside of her cheek, “or an insect. Don’t think they would be able to get out. They’d probably drown.” A dip in the lake didn’t sound fun either if she were being honest. It was cold outside and she didn’t understand why anyone would want to possibly get hypothermia. But before she knew it, Orion was crossing her arms over her chest and pulling the hem of her sweater over her head. Tossing her boots to the side, she peered over her shoulder, “Are you coming?” Live in the moment she had been told.
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if she looked at the moon it would look like you.
name
orion andromeda lupin
nickname(s)
ori, rion, andi
birthday & age
june 29th | 23 years old
wand
7 1/2″ purpleheart wood, unyielding, kneazle whisker core
attributes
☼ cautious→ introverted→ sensitive
✗ bitter→ angry→ skittish
bio
Being born second in a pair of twins isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be. Not only were her and her sister a complete surprise but Orion always sort of felt like they weren’t wanted. No matter how much or how often she was told the opposite, she just couldn’t shake the feeling. Her sister was the happier one of the two. Always smiling and everyone always commented on how she was a parent’s dream. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a happy child. She was just…quiet. Orion liked to keep to herself and draw in her booklets her dad got her and as she got older, the better she got. It was a secret that only her dad knew about her. That she liked to paint and draw. Her mother always seemed to dote on and fixate on Selene and Orion didn’t hold that against her even as she grew into a teen. Selene was more like their mother in almost every way while Orion was more like their father. And as they learned that Selene was a metamorphamagus they knew it was only time to see if one (or both) of them had inherited the werewolf gene from their father.
It happened on her fifteenth birthday. Her first full moon transformation. Their father had seen the signs a mile away and whisked Orion from the party where she could be safe and transform away from others. After that she seemed to grow even closer with her dad (not that she wasn’t anyways). Orion had always been more of a daddy’s girl anyways and her dad had always had a stronger bond with her than he seemed to have with Selene. But after her transformation she didn’t want to leave his side. Every month was a nightmare and just like her dad, Orion began to live her life in fear of the full moon. It started controlling her life and she had never been so scared. Her dad made sure to remain in close contact with her as she continued her education and every full moon she ventures back home to transform with her dad where she knows she’s safe.
Orion never told Selene the truth about their fifteenth birthday or why she leaves every full moon. Sure, her sister isn’t stupid but she always told her it was to help their dad and to take care of their mom while he transforms. Never the fact that she goes with their dad. Their mom knows what’s happening but it’s sort of an unspoken promise between everyone that Orion doesn’t want Selene to know. She wishes she could be closer to her sister but that ship has long since sailed and Orion doesn’t think she can get over the bitterness she feels for the fact that her twin sister seemed to have a better childhood than she did.
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romanlestrange:
status: open where: the black lake, parkinson's party
truth to be told, roman wasn't taking the other person seriously nor was he particularly listening to their angry rant; they did seem upset at him, though. the lestrange did tend to have that effect on people and sometimes it brought him great pleasure. " did you know -- " he began, now keeping eye contact and paying attention, suddenly switching from distracted and nonchalant to suave. " your eyes look even prettier when you're angry. "
“Aww,” she paused just long enough to lean forward, her eyebrows raised at him, “Did you know you’re full of shit?” Poe was many things but stupid was not one of them. Her family was full of men who thought they could make women eat out of the palm of their hands and she was raised to know the difference. Bram made sure of it as the king of absolute charm and sugar-coated half-truths. “I was trying to tell you to keep an eye on your dragon before it breathed fire and ruined the entire damn party. Clearly, you’re much too busy to listen, my deepest apologies.”
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setting, black lake party, near the drinks table. open, to anyone in aurelius ! ♡
harry had debated with himself on whether to even attend tonight’s festivities, knowing who the party was dedicated to and the fact that the prat would definitely be there, but harry just couldn’t resist a party ( and an opportunity to piss malfoy off. ) not that alphie would’ve let him skip it anyways, but still. he’s loathe to admit that it’s actually been pretty fun so far, the little dragons a fantastic party gift, and giving harry plenty of entertainment thus far. he’s currently attempting to toss a little piece of prosciutto into his little dragon’s mouth, cheering when the creature dives through the air to catch it, a breathless grin still spread across his face when he notices someone near him watching the display. “ y'know, these little lads almost make me wish i’d gone into dragonology instead of auror training, ” he sighs as he takes the dragon into his palm, inspecting it as it chews on the snack he gave to it, before shaking his head fondly as it begins to look up at him expectantly.
Romilda didn’t like the feeling of being blackout drunk, she didn’t like being too hot and she didn’t like being too cold. She also didn’t like dragons because there was a high chance of being caught on fire. But this was a party and she liked parties. Her silk bag was delicately placed somewhere in the throng of people as soon as she had peered inside and realized what was inside it. “Oh,” she said, pulling the strings until it scrunched back together tightly at the top, “no thank you.” It was shortly after that in which she had found herself double fisting herself shots of firewhiskey. Curtain of dark hair flung back as she tossed another one back hearing Harry’s voice beside her. Golden brown eyes widened as she watched him opening play with the little demon. That was exactly what they were to her: demons. “My sister studies that in Romania. That was her forte when she went here, dragons I mean. Tatum love ‘em. Thinks they’re the shit.”
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not fragile like a flower, fragile like a bomb.
name
romilda irene vane
nickname(s)
romie
birthday & age
august 13th | 24 years old
wand
8″ willow, unyielding, thestral hair core
attributes
☼ romantic→ outgoing→ bold
✗ opinionated→ loud→ dramatic
bio
Second to last in a family of six girls, Romilda was raised by her four older sisters. Each of them instilling their own unique take on the world around them unto their little sister. From a young age she learned what she wanted to be like and what she didn’t want to be like. She watched each and every one of her sisters go through heartbreak and their own version of the end of the world as they knew it. By the age of ten, Romilda knew what it felt like to have her heart broken both by family and by other boys. Her parents were the wizarding world’s equivalent of high school sweethearts. Having her oldest sister, Gigi, at the tender age of sixteen. Then Tatum a couple of years after that and a year later Vivian was born. Romilda came three years later and everything was fine for a long time after that. On the surface they looked like the quant and the cutest little family. But behind closed doors they were far from.
When she was six, she could hear her parents fighting and slamming cabinet doors over the sounds of her sister’s cries from another broken heart. And by the time she was ten, her dad stopped coming around all together and it was just her mom and her sisters. On her eleventh birthday she learned why when her mother didn’t show up to her birthday party. Her sisters tried to hide it from her but she overheard them talking about how they couldn’t believe the reason their dad left was that their mom had had an affair and was now bringing their new sister into the world. Her mom hadn’t even asked whether or not she had gotten her acceptance letter into the school or not that day. But Romilda had and it was Gigi who took her in and raised her from that point on.
It was Gigi, who was not much older than she was, took her to get everything she would need for school and congratulated her on being placed into Gryffindor. Who congratulated her on every accomplishment she ever made and who got her her first pet; an orange cat, she affectionately named Episkey. Because a cat’s purr is supposed to be healing so maybe he could help heal the broken pieces inside of her.
As time went on, Romilda made a name for herself. Sure, she was lovesick and yearned to be loved and for the kind of love you only read about. But didn’t everyone? She wanted to show her sisters that it did exist out there somewhere. She saw the best in people where she shouldn’t and stood her own. Showed no fear even when she was full of it. Romilda was ruthless. Sort of. At least she tried to be and if she could fake it until she made it then what couldn’t she do?
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with yet another anxious glance towards the lake , the lestrange wix wrestled with her thoughts internally as she tried to decide on whether or not this was a good idea ? if she was being completely honest , artemis knew it was a bad idea but she wanted to do something a little reckless , a little fun , for once in her life. “ i was thinking of taking a dip in the lake but i really do not want to go alone , “ she hummed softly before turning to look at the person nearby , giving them a soft smile , “ will you join me ? pretty please , “
It wasn’t unheard of for Sid to space out at parties. It was even less unheard of for him to not have set something on fire or something by this point. It was a new record for him. His parents would be proud. They wouldn’t be getting a strongly worded letter about their son’s choices this month...yet. Or maybe they just didn’t care. They seemed to not care at this point in his education. After all, he was in his twenties now and he was far from the star football player they had envisioned him to be when they had learned they were having a son. First of all, Sid was not partaking (nor was he interested) in the sexuals like any of the other guys in age group were. Secondly, he could literally do magic whereas neither of his parents nor his sister could. Pulled from his thoughts, Sid looked to the petite blonde next to him. Of whom seemed to be looking up at him with such eagerness and pleading that one could mistake her for a puppy. Was that a dick thing to think? Maybe. Good thing he was drunk and didn’t say that out loud. “Sure, sure Honeysuckle,” he said, patting the top of her head gently, “You picked the right companion for this.”
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open to anyone at pansy’s party by the lake
how his soon to be step sister got her hand on so many model dragons he’ll never know, but the idea appears to have charmed the entire guest list, himself included. he watches the way it comes at him every time he tries to touch it, moving around in the palm of his hand, trying to nip the tip of his finger. “feisty little buggers aren’t they?” he takes his attention away from the hungarian horntail for less than a second, but it’s enough for the small creature to pierce his skin. he hisses in shock, pulling his hand back all too quickly in a knee jerk reaction that sends the minute dragon flying into the nest of hair of a unknown wix. he can’t help the laugh that follows, reaching over for his companion as his fingers curl gently around their wrist and tugs them around to take cover behind the old oak tree. “if that turns ugly later, you tell no one about it. take it to your grave for my sake, yeah?”
It wasn’t so much the miniature dragons that had her attention so much as it was the idiots that kept messing with them. Poe’s eyes scanned the surrounding area for her cousins. Though whether the twins were there or not didn’t particularly interest her. Not this time at least. This time it was Theo’s idiot self she needed to be watching to make sure he didn’t make a spectacle of the entire Graves family by meddling with the dragons and making something catch fire. But he was nowhere to be seen and before she knew it there was someone else meddling with one of them before they tossed the Hungarian Horned Tail absently before she could answer his question. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her chest as the tiny beast landed in another’s hair and the witch only ran her fingers through it. Somehow managing to not be bitten by the creature that snuggled in their tresses. “Impressive,” she breathed, “Oh I have no idea how that might’ve even found its way there!” Poe batted her long lashes, placing a hand on her chest in faux innocence. “If that doesn’t work, I’m wicked good at memory charms,” she beamed, “My brother taught me how to make any professor forget their own name.”
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you belong among the wild.
NAME
obsidian gray sinclair
NICKNAME(S)
sid
BIRTHDAY & AGE
june 19th | 26 years old
SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION
asexual | homoromantic
WAND
11″ yew, unyielding, unicorn hair core
ATTRIBUTES
☼ optimistic→ charismatic→ persuasive
✗ lazy→ harsh→ manipulative
BIO FOCUS POINTS
Sid was born into a muggle family who prided themselves on being perfectly respectable. His parents hated the fact that he was himself rather than pleasing them like his sister did. They also hated the fact that as he got older, he started to call himself and introduce himself as Sid rather than Obsidian. Which they refused to call him.
He wasn’t treated poorly necessarily but he also wasn’t treated the same way that his older sister was. His sister made everything into a competition, one that he just wasn’t interested in. And by the time he came out as gay to his family, his parents were even less interested in their son.
When he got accepted into the school, they weren’t thrilled about it, but they could explain it away. It was something they could fix with an explanation. And while Sid noticed how much worse they treated his little sister than they did him, he really noticed when she also got accepted. Sid was allowed to come home, but she wasn’t.
After that, Sid made it his sole priority to protect his little sister.
Older sister is Cora (30) and little sister is Ruby (24)
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belmont cameli
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there is poetry in her veins.
NAME
poe iris graves
NICKNAME(S)
pooh bear, posie
BIRTHDAY & AGE
august 14th | 24 years old
WAND
7 1/2″ willow, slightly springy, dragon heartstring core
ATTRIBUTES
☼ optimistic→ gregarious→ intelligent
✗ vicious→ selfish→ opinionated
BIO FOCUS POINT
Poe was born into a family that has a long-standing history with the school. Her father and two uncles as well as her two brothers all attended before her.
She has constantly been living in the shadow of her twin cousins who were deemed more magical/powerful than she is and are expected to be handed down their father’s enterprise.
Poe has spent her entire life and school career trying to prove her worth to her peers and family. Which was why it’s a shock that she wasn’t placed in Slytherin but Ravenclaw instead.
Her older brothers are Bram (32) and Craven (26)
Cousins that also attend the school are the twins Pandora and Lilith (23) and Theo (25)
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