#aureliusstarter

[amortentva]

open, for anyone. location, near the whomping willow.

"come to witness mine and lestrange's duel?" willow wonders aloud at the sound of nearing footsteps, not much worry that it's some professor or auror on patrol, since they're absolutely certain they'll be able to play it off as some sort of jest. there's no staff presence in the aurelius group chat, so there's not much of a chance that they'll be aware of the duel to take place out of lottie's decision to pick a fight with them. "you won't be here long, if so. i have a feeling there's not much more to her brain than the billywigs flying around in there."

[moonscts]

 [ open ]  located at  . . .  the astronomy tower

ripley had noticed them the moment they arrived. she had been tucked away against the corner of the deck when they’d come up over to the railing several feet away. it’s not like the astronomy tower was much of a secret - in fact, she found herself having to leave when someone decided to make it their makeout spot on the days there were no classes. still, it was midday, so the place was generally empty then. it was the first place she’d settled into on her earliest days in aurelius, so despite its rather popular status, she had a soft spot for it. “you know, if you stick your head out any further, you could end up falling,” ripley finally said, her voice soft but hopefully loud enough since no one else was here. she had no idea what kind of conversation starter this was, but she supposed she couldn’t back out at this point. her tone wasn’t anything harsh at least, it was maybe even lighthearted - joking, almost. “i don’t want to end up being a witness to an accident.”

[percywsly]

status: open to everyone where: outside the hospital wing

percy wanted to keep a low profile, as much as possible since the events from this day. to his study session being ruined, to getting into a fight, the weasley wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. however, even percy had those moments where he could admit he needed help, especially medical. so he sat outside the office patiently, suddenly hearing someone else entering the room and regained his composure. “they’re a bit busy today. it’ll be a while. lots of accidents, it seems.”

[curicsities]

open to: everyone location: transfiguration courtyard

"sometimes people tell you that something can't be set on fire, and they tell you this because they think it will stop you from trying to set it on fire," effie looked down at the burnt remains of what had once been a particularly ugly tapestry which had hung in her dorm room. "I, personally, have found that in those situations it is best to try and set that thing on fire anyway, just to check." her grin was perhaps verging on unsettling but that was overwhelmed by the clear pride she felt, and the honest belief she was imparting crucial wisdom to her fellow student.

[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.

[obliviatcd]

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?”

[ccarchived3]

OPEN

location: one of the aurelius courtyards It was oddly warm outside. Strange, considering that they were at the brink of December and that there was a lingering chill in the air since the news about Madam Rosmerta's death came out. Over the past days, Colin regretted not getting off-campus housing. Every step he took around the castle these days and nights, he felt such a pervasive lump in his throat that left him constantly uneasy and unsettled.

Tonight, Colin sat on a stone bench in one of  Aurelius’s many courtyards. A beautiful ragdoll sat at the edge of the bench, fast asleep. The sky was darkening, cool purple mingled in with a dark blue that was fading into a black. Only flecks of orange were present. He sat at the furthest part of the courtyard, away arches that led into the castle. He had his legs extended out in front of him on the bench, his back against a pillar. One of his hands had its fingers curled around a cigarette while the other hand was pinching the edge of a textbook. Though, Colin hadn’t turned a page in that book for the last fifteen minutes. As much as he was trying to read, and grasp the abundance of knowledge in there, Colin couldn’t focus on the pages in front of him. His mind was clearly somewhere else and he wondered if it made sense just to call it quits and pull out papers to review for the Aurelius Tribune instead. There was so much to fucking do. These were the moments that Colin missed in childhood. He just needed a break. But didn’t everyone? Colin’s thoughts, thoughts that had nothing to do with the intricacies of how two-way mirrors worked, were disrupted by the movement that he caught in the corner of his eyes. Colin looked up to see who was approaching him. Zelda, the cat by Colin’s feet, stirred a little as well - peeking her inquisitive blue eyes open slightly, but just as quickly fell back asleep. Colin straightened up a little and nodded his head in greeting at the figure approaching his vicinity. "Hey."

[despelled]

*     𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆   :      viaduct   courtyard   ,   aurelius   institute.   near   a   food   tent   at   the   start   of   the   term   festival.

 ↳               ⸻         open   starter   (   no   cap   for   now   !   )     .

licking   the   remnants   of   a   treacle   tart   from   his   fingertips   ,      the   smile   he   offered   the   other   was   just   as   sweet   ;      crumbs   dotting   here   and   there   in   proof   of   just   how   much   he’d   enjoyed   the   treats.   while   he   hadn’t   expected   to   end   the   night   happily   bloated   and   curled   up   on   one  of   the   picnic   blankets   being   passed   out   by   house   elves   ,      there   was   also   nowhere   else   he   rather   would   be.

         ❛         no   ,      no.   y'gotta   eat   the   last   one.   i   swear   m'gonna   have   to   roll   back   to   th'commons   if   i   have   another   bite.         ❜         sipping   at   his   chilled   milk   ,   there   was   a   contentness   to   the   way   he   leaned   back   on   his   elbows   ;      easy   and   relaxed   in   a   way   he   hadn't   felt   in   weeks.         ❛         or   ,   y'know   what   ??   i   might   just   pass   out   here   instead   ━━   s'comfortable   enough.         ❜

[mischicfmxnxged]

who; open where; the library

Rolling her eyes, Freya dropped the newspaper onto the library table in front of her and shook her head. “Another dreadful lineup of Minister candidates, of course. At least according to what I’ve read so far about them all in the newspapers.” It was also so typical that not a single one of the candidates was a witch. It was about time to have a woman in charge — maybe then things wouldn’t be such a mess in the Ministry. “Maybe I should have told Mum to try and run,” she said sardonically, laughing at the very idea.

[vcritaservm]

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.

[karkrff]

setting: start of term festival. afternoon. open.

cal never left. he doesn't go home for the holidays anymore, and dumbledore has finally stopped fighting his request to stay during summer break as well as winter. he's got a reading list to get through and dealing with his parents all summer in bulgaria was not something he looked forward to. so, while the other student seemed to stumble around in wonder, re-learning the never-ending quirks of aurelius, cal was as sure-footed as always as he was decidedly leaving the festival. in his haste to retreat, he bumped into someone. he was raised as a gentleman, after all. so even though he scoffed dramatically at the sound of their drink falling to the ground, he stopped with an apologetic smile. "my apologies," he said as he steadied the other student, "i'll buy you another."

[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."

[moonslost]

open to: everyone !

location: the three broomsticks

“butterbeer ?” the slytherin offers, setting down an extra mug, all smiles and suspiciously kind. he slides onto the barstool next to them, brows raised in the hopes that they accept. it’s the kind of method he employs when he’s either flirting or trying to get something he wants. in this case it could be one or both, minseok isn’t even sure himself. “I find drinking alone to be terribly depressing...you don’t mind the company, do you ?” it doesn’t really matter what the answer is, minseok isn’t going anywhere - he’s hard to shake once he’s attached himself to you. unless someone tells him to fuck off, he’s very persistent. 

[dragoncorde]

location: the great hall status: open

While normally Vincent skips breakfast, he finds himself in the Great Hall that morning, piling food onto his plate. Half a croissant is hastily stuffed into his mouth and he heaps spoonful’s of sugar into his mug of black coffee. “Busy day,” he manages to make out around the croissant before swallowing once he notices someone staring, “Heard a rumor we’re gonna finally be handling and I can’t wait to get my hands on a Peruvian Vipertooth,” Vince grins, bringing his coffee up to his lips.

[curicsities]

open to: everyone location: aurelius grounds

"i was just on a walk, and then i found the poor baby," the dugbog that luna was sitting beside, stroking like it was a particularly friendly house cat, was definitely not what most people would describe as a 'poor baby'. it did have a gash through one of its legs, which luna had begun to clean out. any anticipated apprehension in the person they were talking to was clearly meant to be swept away by their next statement. "he's friend shaped. just pet his head a little while i finish healing his leg?"

[hcneysins]

WHO:  draco  &  your  muse

STATUS:  open  starter

LOCATION:  one  of  the  tables  near  the  food  tents  in  the  viaduct  courtyard  during  the  festival

❝  of  course  i'm  paying  attention  to  what  you're  saying.  ❞  he,  in  fact,  was  not  paying  attention  to  what  they  had  been  saying.  it  was  a  true  travesty,  draco  muses,  so  many  people  yet  so  little  to  offer  in  stimulating  conversation.  grey  hues  are  watching  fellow  students  mull  around  the  food  tents  in  thinly  veiled  disinterest  before  letting  out  a  melodramatic  sigh.  ❝  actually  it  was  more  like  a  solid  sixty  percent  —  drifting  in  and  out  waiting  to  see  if  you  were  going  somewhere  with  it.  what  were  you  saying  ??  ❞  the  indifference  in  his  tone  isn't  one  he  tries  to  hide  before  fixating  his  gaze  on  the  person  beside  him  with  raised  brows.  ❝  better  yet,  have  you  considered  saying  something  of  interest  ??  the  second  year  puking  in  the  garbage  by  the  food  tent  from  too  much  treacle  tart  offers  more  amusement  right  now.  ❞