#petrifystart

[transfigvred]

               “  i  wouldn’t  go  in  there  at  the  MOMENT  ,  ”  emma  spoke  up  ,  hardly  bothering  to  glance  at  the  person  who  was  about  to  enter  the  washroom  by  the  punch  bowl  she  was  currently  ladling  herself  a  cup  of  .  “  unless  you’re  trying  to  see  a  pirate  FAIL  to  satisfy  a  ‘  sexy  ’  house  elf  ,  then  by  all  means  ,  be  my  guest  .  i  must  confess  ,  i  AM  curious  to  know  whether  the  masks  stayed  on  ,  ”  she  mused  ,  pulling  a  tiny  crystal  flask  from  where  it  had  been  tucked  against  her  thigh  and  adding  a  generous  ,  strong-smelling  helping  to  her  cup  before  taking  a  drink  .

[occllumency]

        “  …  uh,  yeah,  I’m still not fucking with the buddy system,  but since I can’t even go to the fucking owlery alone,  you wanna come with?  if you don’t,  I’ll need to drag a second year with me,  which I’m not, like, above doing. “ 

[frgttnx]

doc !

“   fuck  off   .   it’s  not  insensitive  if  it’s  true   .   ”

“  ...   you  know  i’m  fuckin’  right   !   the  power  of  rock  could  EASILY  wake  that  girl  from  her  coma  .   ”

[hypogrffs]

❛    listen  ‘m  not  technically  alone  ,    they’re  a  dozen  folks  right  up  there  ,    ain’t  there  ?    ❜    wilda  gestures  vaguely  to  the  sky  above  the  quidditch  pitch  to  where  the  players  are  practicing  ,    vacant  expression  on  her  features  .    they  lift  their  cigarette  to  their  lips  ,    pulling  in  a  long  drag  and  letting  it  out  with  a  long  sigh  .    ❛    ah  ,    i  won’t  say  shite  if  you  don’t  .    ❜

[ofphyrric]

bellatrix black did not get hungover. that would not be befitting of her station or superior physical structure. the dark circles under her eyes the morning after the party could simply be attributed to a poor night’s sleep, and her death glare at the person who was making a bit too much noise at the breakfast table would have been expected on a normal day. “could you be any fucking louder?” she grumbled, mostly to herself. 

[opasnosts]

maybe these grounds could be deemed beautiful. she couldn’t lie to herself, she missed the French country side. but this view was quite lovely at this time of day. the brunette was still getting a feel of the castle, of her classmates. it was strange being new to a place again. but of course no one could tell from her outward appearance. lune usually walked as if the grown was hers alone to do so. dark hues watched as someone took a seat next to her. the witch raised a perfectly sculped eyebrow, the question was clear.  (open)

[amortentiaxpotion]

Flower Picking

“That’s not lavender. It’s aconite. If you’re trying to make a sleeping draught that’s going to have the opposite effect. Also won’t help in calming you if that’s your plan.” she said her eyes flicking up from her book. She was content not acknowledging the other person but she’d seen time and again someone picking the plant not realizing the difference between the two most potions didn’t really use aconite as it stood.

[ttemperance]

dorcas .

"  fuckin’  groovy  .  .  .  very  —-  very  ,  uh  .  .  .  erotic  .  "

[regulusacturusblackk]

Regulus downed the remainder of his Daisyroot Draught and eyed the bottom of his empty goblet, which was not the ideal view. Making his way through the vibrantly coloured robes and somewhat drunken laughter, he arrived at the refreshment table. Sifting through the various types of liquor, he eventually grasped the bottle he’d been searching for and refilled his drink.

Taking a long swig, he looked around for a new source of entertainment. Fortunately, he found one rather quickly in the form of a person nearby. Taking in their masque outfit, he eventually frowned. “For the life of me, I cannot figure what you’re supposed to be.”

[petrifyhq]

oh,  of course everyone knew the rules.   headmaster slughorn talked through all of them after the sorting ceremony,  before the feast   —   only roam the halls with a companion,  and never later than two hours after dinner.   the rules this evening,  he said,  were different;  with dinner at a later hour due to the bustle of everyone’s arrival to the castle,  curfew was to begin immediately following the feast.   his eyes sparkled with humor as he reminded all the upper years that that meant no secret funny business. 

ha!  good try,  headmaster.   the notes passed hands on the hogwarts express,  flitting from compartment to compartment.   no one could recall who first sent them out;  all that mattered was that,  for all the new rules,  some routines were to remain.  after all   —   if it was sometimes unsafe in the castle now,  shouldn’t a party outside be perfectly safe?  

between the great lake and the forbidden forest,  just beyond the greenhouses and out of sight of any frequented windows in the castle proper was a small stretch of lawn that most every hogwarts student knew about.   after all,  it was where the secret,  illicit start of term party was always held.   all of-age students were invited,  regardless of blood status.   ringing in the new school year could allow for a loosening of social norms.   

the sneaking around,  the carefully calculated wait until the younger years were safely ensconced in bed   —   it was tradition,  one that the mystery monster wouldn’t take from them.   

spiked punch and strong firewhiskey changed hands.   some students had charmed an old,  muggle record player to blast music perfect for dancing;   others could be seen kicking off the night with dazzling fireworks shot out of their wands,  others still telling them to keep out of sight of the windows.   of course,  headmaster slughorn likely knew of the party;   that knowing wink before the feast said it all.   but who was he to stop a night like this?   

and with that   …   we are open for interactions!   the timestamp for this first event is the evening of sunday august 31, 1980,  the night before term starts.   now’s the time to post starters and starter calls.   you can post all starters for the event in either/both the petrifystart tag or the event tag, petrifywelcome. the event is tentatively set to last for one week out-of-character. we can’t wait to get writing with all of you!!

[occllumency]

alecto wove her careful way through the crowd of students,  everyone giddy-loud,  basking in the thrill of feeling clever and like they were getting away with something.   it was an easy feeling to get swept up in;  alecto did love feeling clever,  but she also knew,  deep down where she expected most everyone knew,  that they were hardly getting away with anything.   she liked slughorn as a headmaster,  but he wasn’t very strict.    she pilfered a cup from next to one of a few bowls of spiked punch  –  a flimsy paper thing with a ring of cheery pumpkins going around it,  like it was leftover from last year’s halloween celebrations  –  and,  while she hoped no one was looking,  topped it off with its neighbor’s contents.   whoever had filled those things was a shit pour,  she thought,  as she turned on her heel and nearly smacked into someone else.   “ hey,” she said,  trying to add some bite to the word on principle.   “ did summer steal your memories of personal space? “ 

[frgttnx]

remy !

it  was  a  particularly  rough  full  moon   .   despite  it  having  been  a  couple  of  nights  ago   ,   his  body  tensed  with  every  movement  .   it  was  a  bit  hard  to  appear  confident  and  content  with  life  when  he  was  pretty  damn  sure  he  pulled  at  least  one  of  his  ass  cheeks   .  cringing          in  both  annoyance  and  pain           when  his  shoulder  accidentally  connected  with  another   ,   he  bit  his  tongue   .   “   juuuuust  perfect   ,    ”    he  mumbled  under  his  breath  before  turning  to  the  person  with  a  forced  smile   .   “   sorry   .   i’ve  got  my  blinders  on  today  .   ”

[ofphyrric]

it's not that bellatrix didn't care for parties. no, she could dance and drink and socialize like the rest of them, couldn't she? it was just that it had to be under the right circumstances, and these certainly were not anywhere near the right circumstances. sticky, loud, juvenile. she'd been in a foul mood all night, and even worse, she was bored. idle hands on her wand, eyes trained on a hufflepuff who’s darting eyes and quivering hands gave away her insecurity ( and bella could smell insecurity a mile away ). "what do you think? would she look better with a pumpkin for a head or a frog for a nose?"

[frgttnx]

open  ||  doc !

everything  was  loud   .   naturally   ,   fun  parties  were  rarely  quiet  and  manageable   (   at  least  not  the  ones  doc  frequented   )    .   the  point  being  ,   despite  how  loud  it  was   ,    a  good  ten  people  near  the  edge  of  the  party  heard  a  resounding  SLAP     .   surprisingly     ,    caradoc  was  not  the  victim   ,   but  still   ,   he  flinched   .   “  ooof   .    ”   he  cringed          perhaps  not   because  he  felt  any  bit  of  empathy   ,   but  rather  because  he  lost  a  galleon  in  some  childish  bet   .   “   yeah   ,   alright   ,   alright   .   who  had  thirty  minutes  in  the  pool   ?   thirty  minutes   ?   ”

[frgttnx]

doc !

caradoc  knew  anger  better  than  anyone  .   it  was  a  friend  .   he  was  comfortable  around  anger   .   he  invited  it  to  dinner   ,   told  anger  his  secrets   ,   and  embraced  it  with  a  cool  ease    .   anger  was  the  simplest  emotion  of  all   .   but  at  that  moment   ,   he  wasn’t  angry   .   his  knuckles  were  sore  following  a  workout  session   ;   one  in  which  he  saw  red  and  lost  an  hour  of  time   ,   punching  his  insecurities  away  on  the  weathered  bag   .   but  aside  from  the  slight  sting  on  his  fist   ,   caradoc  felt  relaxed   .   he  might  even  say  happy   .   “   ay   !     well  if  it  ain’t  my  favorite  person   ,   ”   he  mused   ,    shoving  his  hands  into  his  pockets  to  hide  the  bruises   .

[frgttnx]

immy !

“   eleanor  said  you  were  looking  for  me  ?   ”