[RPG • 0] THE MARAUDERS • Speeltopic - Speeltopics

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Messrs.
Moony, Wormtail,
Padfoot & Prongs
are proud to present
the
Marauder's Map

Rollentopic • Praattopic 1 • Praattopic 2

HOGWARTS, 1976

Het tweede semester van hun vijfde schooljaar start voor de Marauders, maar niet zonder moeilijkheden. Terwijl de leerlingen van Hogwarts School of Magic hun eigen problemen, verlangens en connecties trachten te navigeren, wordt de dreiging van Voldemort's Death Eaters steeds reëler. De terreuraanvallen die plaatsvonden tijdens de Kerstvakantie wegen zwaar door op iedereen en de spanningen zijn voelbaar. De imminente oorlog sluipt steeds dichterbij, maar wat betekent dit voor de leerlingen? Is er nog plaats voor grappen in deze grimmige tijd? Bestaat er nog romantiek als iedereen kanten moet kiezen?

REGELS

✦ De taal waarin je schrijft kies je zelf - bespreek dit wel eerst met je tegenspeler - maar voor het gemak gebruiken we best allen de Engelse woorden zoals Death Eater, Hogwarts en namen van lessen (:
✦ En dan alle huisregels en zovoort, y'all know the drill: wees vriendelijk, gebruik triggerwarnings, bespreek dingen op voorhand, sluit niemand uit, yadiyadiya.
✦ Als je even niet beschikbaar bent, laat het even weten in het praattopic, dan is dat duidelijk voor iedereen. Laat je na een week niks van je horen, dan mag je tegenspeler zijn/haar/hun personage vrij schrijven. Laat je na 14 dagen niks weten, dan wordt je personage een NPC maar kan je altijd terug inspringen. Na anderhalve maand vermoordt Voldemort je personage (mopje, maar laat gewoon iets weten, oké?)
✦ Het is geen canon RPG, maar houdt wel rekening met specifieke gebeurtenissen die in de canon gebeuren. Onderaan heb ik een timeline toegevoegd met wat relevante gebeurtenissen.
✦ Er is géén minimum vereiste voor posts, maar geef je tegenspeler genoeg om op te reageren. That's the point of RPG'ing, my gals (and guys and gays).

TIMELINE

November 3rd 1959
No specific date known 1960

January 9th 1960
March 10th 1960
March 27th 1960
No specific date known 1961
February 16th 1965
1968
circa 1970

September 1st 1971
September 1st 1972
1974

Sirius Black is born.
Peter Pettigrew is born.
Lily Evans is born.
Severus Snape is born.
Remus Lupin is born.
James Potter is born.
Regulus Black is born.
Remus is bitten by Fenrir Greyback.
Pure blood riots.
Voldemort rises to power.
The Order of the Phoenix is created.
The Marauders, Lily and Severus start at Hogwarts. │ Marauders 1st year
Regulus Black starts at Hogwarts. │ Marauders 2nd year
The Marauders become Animagi.│ Marauders 4th year

circa 1975

March 1976
June 1976
1977
June 1978
1979

circa 1980
July 31st 1980
August 1980

October 24th 1981

October 31st 1981

Sirius runs away from home and is disowned. │ Marauders 4th year
The Marauders Map is created. │ Marauders 4th year
Remus becomes prefect. │ Marauders 5th year
Mulciber attacks Mary Mcdonald. │ Marauders 5th year
Sirius plays a practical joke on Severus Snape. │ Marauders 5th year
Snape's Worst Memory - James publicly humiliates him. │ Marauders 5th year
James and Lily are made Head Boy and Girl. │ Marauders 7th year
The Marauders finish Hogwarts.
Regulus Black finishes Hogwarts and attempts to back out of being
a Death Eater. He dies.
Lily Evans and James Potter get married.
Peter Pettigrew becomes a spy for Voldemort.
Harry Potter is born.
Severus Snape tells Dumbledore of the prophecy and begs Dumbledore
to keep Lily safe.
The Fidelius Charm is cast to hide the Potters, with Peter Pettigrew
acting as Secret Keeper.
The End (we don't need to go into detail)

RELEVANTE INFO

✦ Maankalender van 1976
✦ Quidditch teams

Gryffindor
Chasers
James - 5th year
Amos Diggory - 6th year
Alice Fortescue - 7th year - Team Captain

Beaters
Marlene - 5th year
Sirius - 5th year

Keeper
Frank Longbottom - 7th year

Seeker
Mary - 5th year

Slytherin
Chasers
Dorcas - ? year
Evan - 4th year
Pandora - 4th year

Beaters
Barty - 4th year
Rabastan Lestrange - 7th year - Team Captain

Keeper
Emmaline Vance - 6th year

Seeker
Regulus - 4th year

✦ Quidditch matches of the 1975-1976 school year
first Saturday of November: Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw | 200 -120
first Saturday of December: Hufflepuff vs Slytherin | 70 - 180

last Saturday of January: Gryffindor vs Slytherin
last Saturday of February: Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff
last Saturday of March: Ravenclaw vs Slytherin
last Saturday of May: Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff

ROLLENxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Gryffindor
✦ Sirius Black | 16 | Year 5 | M | Caeneus
✦ James Potter | 15 | Year 5 | M | ziggystardust
✦ Remus Lupin | 15 | Year 5 | M | Fendyr
✦ Peter Pettigrew | 15 | Year 5 | M | NPC

✦ Lily Evans | 15 | Year 5 | F | bluebanisters
✦ Marlene McKinnon | 16 | Year 5 | F | ziggystardust
✦ Mary Mcdonald | 15 | Year 5 | F | Caeneus

Slytherin
✦ Regulus Black | 14 | Year 4 | M | bluebanisters
✦ Barty Crouch Jr | 15 | Year 4 | M | ziggystardust
✦ Evan Rosier | 15 | Year 4 | M | Caeneus
✦ Severus Snape | 15 | Year 5 | NPC

✦ Pandora Rosier | 15 | Year 4 | F | bluebanisters
✦ Dorcas Meadowes | 15 | Year 5 | F | Fendyr

Ravenclaw
✦ Xenophilius Lovegood | 15 | Year 5 | M | Fendyr

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evan rosier.
year 4 ★ corridors ★ barty

Evan felt Barty's arms fall over his shoulders, as the other boy pulled him closer. With his nose against Barty's shirt, he closed his eyes for a second, and just enjoyed it. Barty's smell and warmth was familiar to him. It smelled safe, almost like home. What the hell was he doing? He opened his eyes and poked Barty in the side, forcing the other boy to loosen his grip on Evan. He played it off with a smirk, and then got out the bottle of firewhiskey so he didn't have to look at Barty anymore.
"So. What are we having? Because if it were up to me, we’d be getting Winky’s brownies. I always miss her food when we’re high. Her brownies are the best, like, she must put actual magic in them. Should ask her one time how she does that. Get the recipe for the elves here, you know.''
The thought of brownies made Evans stomach growl again. He'd kill for some fudgey brownies right now. He was about to tell Barty that, when the other boy stopped him. He almost whispered: "Ev, what did you mean back there, ‘as long as you understand, we’re cool’? Why wouldn’t we be cool?"
Evan frowned but he was interrupted again by another voice, around the corner. It was Regulus. Talking about some potion and how Sirius couldn't find out. Evan watched Barty's face and both their brows furrowed. And then someone else replied: ''To you needing Pandora to kick me out of the common room.''
Evan looked at Barty wide-eyed. He silently mouthed: ''Is that James fucking Potter?'' to Barty, then took Barty's hand and pulled him through the right corridor as it was the shortcut to the kitchens.
When they were out of earshot, he said: ''What the fuck was that about?'' He was intentionally not answering Barty's question from before. He done a bit too much thinking and talking about them in the past hour. Evan was afraid the next thing he'd say would be totally wrong and ruin everything. Even though he hadn't meant anything by it, just that he trusted Barty entirely and didn't need to know the details of the charm.
''Why would Potter need Reg for a potion?'' He asked. There were a dozen other people Potter could've asked for potion-making help - Dorcas, Lupin, some older Gryffindors - it made no sense he'd come to a Slytherin fourth year for help. Especially not if that fourth year happened to be his best friends brother. ''D'you reckon he's manipulating Reg? Or blackmailing him?'' They were almost at the kitchen doors, but Evan stopped in his step. ''Should we go back?''

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Xenophilius Lovegood

Ravenclaw • 15 • Fifth Year • Slytherin Common Room • With Pandora and Noodles

Pandora’s reaction was immediate and unexpected. She let out a squeal so high-pitched that Xeno was half-convinced it could shatter glass. It was quite impressive, honestly. And then, before he could react, his face was suddenly wet and Xeno pressed his eyes shut. Did she actually shatter the glass?
“Oh, Douji. Gomen.” Pandora started to wipe his face with her sleeve.
Xeno blinked. Was she muggleborn? He was pretty sure the Rosier family held their bloodstatus in high regard, but who knows, maybe there was more to the story?
While Pandora continued chatting, Xeno flipped his wand and dried his face in an instance.
“Let’s go for that! That is exactly the kind of date that would convince anyone you’re fun.”
“Exactly!”
"I’ll need to make a little stop at the forest before we go to the zoo,” Pandora continued, already moving on. “Pip needs some snacks and new trinkets.”
“Sure, we can visit the forest before. I actually need to go to one shop in Hogsmaede too.”
Pandora grabbed his hands again without hesitation, giving them a quick squeeze.
“Oh! And we should have a story. Something convincing. Like, if people ask why we suddenly started dating, we need a reason— like what happened for it to suddenly go BOOM.”
Xeno just blinked. He wasn’t sure he had ever described anything in his life as going ‘BOOM,’ nor had he experienced it with anyone before, but it seemed fitting for Pandora, for some reason.
“What if I tell people that I started falling for you when I caught you talking to Noodles, like you fully expected him to respond?” She grinned. “I mean, you don’t speak Parseltongue, but you could pretend you do, and I bet most people wouldn’t know the difference.”
Xeno’s mouth opened, then closed. He actually had expected the snake to respond. And still kinda was… He found himself staring at the snake again, before Pandora started talking again.
“And then I’ll say I realized, ‘Wow, this is the kind of person I want to date.’”
She took a few big gulps of her drink. “Or!” she blurted out, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I’ll tell everyone that I caught you sneaking into the Restricted Section one night, searching for a book about Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. Instead of turning you in, I helped you look. We stayed up for hours, whispering between the shelves, and by the time we found the book, I realized I was hopelessly in love.”
Xeno blinked again.
Before he could say anything, she gasped, eyes going wide.
“What if I say I had a dream about us being together before it ever happened? Like, a prophetic vision. And when I woke up, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so I decided to see if fate was right.”
Xeno took a slow sip of his drink, peeking at Pandora over the rim of his cup. Then took a deep breath in, “One, do you speak Parseltongue? Two, Hogwarts would never keep any books on the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, not even in the Restricted Section, because the Ministry wouldn’t allow it, so nobody would believe that. Three, do you have prophetic visions? Are you a Seer?” He asked and breathed out.

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Barty Crouch Jr.
15 • Gryffindor • Year 4 • @ Dorms • w. Evan

While they listened to the two voices in the hallway, Evan’s eyes widened.
''Is that James fucking Potter?' He asked silently.
Barty didn’t say anything. Instead, he gave a slow, exaggerated nod, then rolled his eyes and mimed fake gagging in absolute disgust.
Evan grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the right corridor. The shortcut to the kitchens.
Good. Smart. Because if Barty had gone left, he absolutely would’ve caused a scene.
They walked in silence until they were out of earshot. Then, finally, Evan spoke.
“What the fuck was that about?”
Barty knew exactly what Evan was doing: dodging.
Fine. Fuck it.
Maybe Barty was a fool for trying to talk for once. Lesson learned—keep your mouth shut, Bartemius.
It was fucking stupid anyway, getting dragged off by thoughts about dating Evan, even in a mocking way. Why couldn't he ever keep his mouth shut or his lips to himself? If his Time-Turner wasn’t locked away in Slughorn’s office, he might’ve used it by now to undo all the stupid talking and kissing he’d done that evening.
Though, now that he thought about it, using a Time-Turner while high probably wouldn’t end well.

''Why would Potter need Reg for a potion?'' Evan asked. ''D'you reckon he's manipulating Reg? Or blackmailing him?'' They were almost at the kitchen doors, but Evan stopped in his step. ''Should we go back?''
Barty shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I dunno," he said lazily, rocking back on his heels. "I mean, I do kinda feel like hexing Potter’s way-too-bright smile off his face. Could be fun. You up for it?"
He smirked, tilting his head as he studied Evan.
"And after that, we can grab snacks," he added casually. "Maybe drag Reg along too, after we’ve cleansed the common room of vermin, obviously."

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Marlene McKinnon
16 • Gryffindor • Year 5 • @ Slytherin Common Room• w. Dorcas

Dorcas was batting her stupid and pretty eyelashes open and close and if Marlene wasn’t already feeling like a nervous wreck, she sure as hell would now.
''But you hate me,'' she said, a bit questioning.''I mean- I thought you disliked me.''
Marlene felt her throat tighten.
“I thought you didn’t like kissing me,” she continued, almost to herself. “Or girls in general.”
Dorcas turned slightly, leaning back against the cold stone wall, her arms crossed behind her.
“I thought that's why we didn't speak about it. Afterwards.'' Dorcas murmured.
Marlene shifted her weight on her feet, feeling suddenly ridiculous. She had spent so long assuming Dorcas had wanted to forget, had been mortified by it, had kissed her on some drunken, meaningless impulse. But Dorcas had thought the same of her.
Dorcas sighed, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, this is just a little confusing. You act so…” She hesitated, clearly thinking through her words. “Hostile. Towards me. On the pitch. And just now, in there.” She gestured vaguely toward the common room.
Marlene clenched her jaw. It wasn’t hostility. It was self-defense.

Dorcas pushed herself off the wall, stepped back toward her, and, without hesitation, took Marlene’s hands in her own.
Marlene looked down at their hands with wide eyes.
'That isn't to say I didn't like it either,'' Dorcas said, with a soft smile. ''A lot.''
That made Marlene smile. And blush. And even giggle a bit. It was embarrassing. But a lot less than fleeing from the chess table was looking back.
''I don't think anyone could forget you, Marlene McKinnon.''
"Stop it," Marlene muttered, grinning despite herself.
Her heart was hammering in her chest now. She had to look away, couldn’t handle being looked at like that by Dorcas. "I still dislike you, you know," she said defiantly again, though her voice lacked any real edge. "This changes nothing. You’re still my rival on the field, and I’ll still knock you off your broom if I have to."
It felt safer to focus on that, on the rivalry, though Marlene really liked holding Dorcas hands and she squeezed them just because she could.
She let out a breath, glancing back at her shoes for a second before looking up again. "I just..” Marlene began. "I just never kissed a girl at school before."
"I didn’t know if it would be a problem," she continued softly. "You know… in Slytherin."
She cleared her throat, trying to regain some sense of control. "Listen, I… about earlier. I might have overreacted a little."
"Do you think maybe you could forgive me? For running off and saying I didn’t want to work together anymore?"
She had to ask. She had to know if this, her freaking out, could maybe be something they could move past.
Taking a breath, she added, "If you want… I’d really like to finish our assignment sometime later."

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THE HOGSMEADE VILLAGE FAIR
SATURDAY JANUARY 10, 1976
Time: 12.38

The Hogsmeade village fair is in full swing. The streets are lively decorated and there are lots of activities to discover:
— Stop by the numerous Hogsmeade shops and browse through their discounted goods and limited edition try-now-or-never wares.

— Explore the vibrant marketplace where talented wizards and witches showcase their handcrafted magical wares, from enchanted jewelry to dodgy potions.

— Test your skills in a Quidditch Toss Game and feel the excitement of the Broomstick Obstacle Course, where you'll race through an enchanted course, dodging bludgers and flying past hoops!

— Head to the Divination Tent for a glimpse into your magical future with crystal ball readings, tea leaf divining, and tarot card predictions.

— Visit the Magical Creature Petting Zoo, where you can meet friendly Hippogriffs, mischievous Nifflers, and adorable Pygmy Puffs.

— Take a rest in favorite Hogsmeade pub or café with a fresh butterbeer or sweet dessert! Prefer to sit outside? No problem! Many pubs have created heated outdoor seating areas for the occasion.

Additional info:
— Evan's party ended at around 2 am when the Slytherin head girl sent everyone back to their respective dormitories.
— It snowed during the night, so everything is covered in a thin layer of fresh snow. The temperature now is around 5 degrees. It's sunny and there are no clouds.
— It's exactly one week until the next full moon.

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slytherin • 15 • pureblood • fourth year • chaser • with xeno • slytherin common room

Entirely unexpectedly, Pandora had gotten a date with Xeno. A fake one, that was. She wasn't entirely sure how well it would work, if the rumours that Marlene and Dorcas were going to Hogsmeade together were true. While she was all for supporting Xeno in his quest for love, Pandora wasn't going to break-up some other couple over it. If Marlene and Dorcas were going on a date, that is. She'd have to ask Dorcas later.

“Good morning my lovely sunshines! How are you and your little hangovers doing today? I shall not be joining you to Hogsmeade today!” She exclaimed dramatically, as she leaned over Barty to grab a waffle. Nearly hitting him in the head with her bag. “I have a date with Xeno. Be sweet and get some Fizzing Whizzbees from Honeydukes for me okay?” She ruffled Evan's hair. “Oh, and some Sugar Quills. And Pepper Imps, I miss breathing fire after last night…” she pondered. “And some Caramel Cobwebs… Oh and maybe -”
”All that sugar is bad for you,” Regulus interrupted. “That waffle is already enough for your daily intake.”
”You know what is also bad for you?” Panda countered. “Being a grumpy grump. Besides, we all know you have a not so hidden statch of Nut Brittle under your bed.”
Regulus’ cheeks coloured red, mumbling something that at least nuts were healthy.
”I'll see you tonight, don't do anything that I wouldn't do.” She pressed kisses on all of their cheeks and skipped out of the Great Hall.

Xeno waited for her at the school's entrance. “Good morning!” she beamed, pressing a kiss on his cheek and hooking her arm through his. “Do you want some waffle?” Not waiting for a reply, she stuffed half of her waffle in his mouth. “Did you hear? There is supposed to be even more snow today. I hope the petting zoo will be open…” With her free hand, she pushed open the large, wooden doors, revealing a world covered in snow.

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Xenophilius Lovegood

Ravenclaw • 15 • Fifth Year • Hogwarts Grounds • With Pandora

Xeno stood patiently by the school’s entrance, wearing a scarf one of the commune's elderly ladies Janine had knitted years ago. It was made out of all colours imaginable and he always wore it when he started to miss home a bit. The winter months tended to have that effect on him. In the cold entrance, he rocked on his heels, watching his breath in little clouds that vanished in the cold morning air.
When he spotted Pandora, all bubbly energy and bright eyes, his own face lit up as well. Before he could even say hello, she greeted him, pressed a kiss to his cheek and immediately laced her arm through his.
“Do you want some waffle?”

Again no time to reply. She stuffed half of her warm waffle between his lips with the kind of speed and confidence that made him suspect she'd done this to people before. He had been kinda hungry… had she’d known?
“There’s supposed to be even more snow today. I hope the petting zoo will be open…” she said, as she pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the castle with one hand. The castle grounds were blanketed in bright white snow that caught the morning sun like glitter. It was cold, crisp, and absurdly beautiful.
As they set out, the snow crunched beneath their boots as they made their way down the path from the castle to Hogsmeade. “So… We need to visit Pip first, right?” Xeno asked. “I’ve never met Pip, actually. Is he in our year? I feel like I would’ve noticed someone named Pip. It’s a good name.”
They approached the edge of the Forbidden Forest. “Does he live out here? Is that allowed? I know Hogwarts is chill about some things but I can’t imagine they’d be thrilled about a student camping in the woods. Unless he’s, like, in an independent study program or something.”
Xeno stepped over a knobby root and found a patch of moss that seemed unusually well-tended.

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Barty Crouch Jr.
15 • Gryffindor • Year 4 • @ Great Hall • w. Evan and Regulus

Barty’s head was pounding like a troll swung a bat against it last night. Sitting in the Great Hall, he stirred the remains of his black coffee with a butter knife, because the spoons had all mysteriously vanished from the Slytherin table again, and tried not to throw up at the smell of eggs.
Barty hated mornings. Hated that it was bright. Hated that people were talking. Especially when they were loud and..
“Good morning my lovely sunshines!”
Panda.
She nearly hit him in the head with her bag as she reached across the table for a waffle.
“Watch it, Panda.” He groaned. “I already see stars without your help.”
“I shall not be joining you to Hogsmeade today!” she said. “I have a date with Xeno.”
Barty blinked. What?
Xenophilius Lovegood? The walking conspiracy pamphlet? With his permanently ink-stained fingers and a cloak that looked like it had once been curtains? That Xeno?
“Why?”
But Pandora launched into a list of Honeydukes demands with the enthusiasm of someone who hadn’t vomited into a toilet at 3:17 a.m. And maybe she hadn’t. Unlike him. Barty tried to remember her order, Fizzing Whizzbees, Sugar Quills, Pepper Imps, but his brain was not agreeing.

Regulus decided to step in with his usual impression of a nagging grandmother. “All that sugar is bad for you.”
Barty rolled his eyes, not even bothering to look up.
“You know what is also bad for you?” Panda replied. “Being a grumpy grump”
He snorted into his coffee. She was right about that.
“Besides, we all know you have a not so hidden statch of Nut Brittle under your bed.”
Barty bursted out laughing. Regulus went pink. Pink.
“Oh, that’s beautiful,” Barty said, sitting back with a smirk. “You look like a house-elf caught with gallions in its hands, Regs.”
Regulus muttered something abou health benefits, but it was drowned out by Pandora: ”I'll see you tonight, don't do anything that I wouldn't do.” She pressed kisses on all of their cheeks and skipped out of the Great Hall.
“What wouldn’t she do?” Barty asked. “Because I thought she wouldn’t go on a date with Xenophilius Lovegood.” Barty said. “What’s that about, Evan? Is this what your family is up to these days? Dating nutters from Ravenclaw?” He shook his head. “What'd you make of this Regs? Do you think she’s tricking him?” And then continuing in a whisper. “I hope she’s tricking him.”

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James Potter
15 • Gryffindor • Year 5 • @ Hogsmeade • w. Sirius and Remus

It was a perfect kind of day. Bright sun, crisp air, the kind of snow that made the world feel like someone had cast a giant Frosting Charm over it (which he did believe was a thing when he was little) and the kind of hangover that felt more like a personal betrayal.
James stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets and kicked a puff of snow toward a poor, unsuspecting third-year. Not out of malice. Just, you know… because.
To his left, Sirius looked entirely too pleased with himself.. His hair was windswept like he’d styled it that way on purpose.
To his right, Remus had that very specific expression he always wore when he was regretting every life decision that had led him to being friends with James and Sirius. His scarf was too tightly wrapped, and he was already holding a steaming paper cup of something warm.
James, meanwhile, saw something that gave him an amazing idea.
“Oi, Black!” James said, elbowing Sirius in the ribs. “Obstacle course race. You. Me. Now.”
He pointed to the sky, where a series of floating hoops, dodging bludgers, and flame rings made up the Broomstick Obstacle Course. It looked dangerous. It looked flashy. It looked Glorious.
“I’m going to destroy you.”

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evan rosier.
year 4 ★ great hall ★ pandora, regulus & barty

Evan wanted them all to just shut up. He wanted everyone in the Great Hall to stop making noise altogether. The sunglasses on his face barely helped the pounding throbbing in his head. Luckily, Barty seemed to be doing equally horrible next to him. He was stirring his coffee with a knife, but Evan made a point to not look at him.
A lot of the previous night was a blur. But not all of it.
''Good morning my lovely sunshines!'' Evan wanted to bash his sister's head in. He ignored her, and continued nibbling on the dry piece of toast in his hand. His head was resting on the other arm, on the table. He shot up when Pandora announced she was going on a date with Xenophilius Lovegood.
''What?'' Evan exclaimed, ignoring the pounding beat of his heart in his head. The toast fell from his hand. ''That weirdo? Why?'' At the same time, Barty also asked her why. Evan looked at him, amazed they shared a braincelll, but quickly looked away.
Now it was Pandora's turn to ignored him, instead listing off all the sugary goods she wanted them to get her form Honeydukes. Evan didn't memorize any of them. Instead his mind kept returning to Xenophilius Lovegood, the strange white-haired boy from Ravenclaw, doing Salazar-knows-what with Pandora that afternoon.
He was so focused on driving himself mad about that Lovegood, he missed the entire rest of the conversation. And then Pandora got up to kiss them all on the cheek. ''I'll see you tonight, don't do anything that I wouldn't do.''
Wait. What? ''Panda, no! You can't go out with- '' Evans voice faltered as Pandora left their table and skipped out the Great Hall. She never did listen to him anyway.
Evan turned to Barty and Regulus, wide-eyed and confused. ''What the fuck?''
''What’s that about, Evan? Is this what your family is up to these days? Dating nutters from Ravenclaw?'' Barty asked, equally confused.
Evan snorted. ''Definitely not.'' As Barty should know.
He looked back towards the doors of the Great Hall, through which Pandora had disappeared. He picked up the piece of toast again and took a big bite out of it. ''Obviously, we can't let this happen,'' he announced. His headache had magically vanished. ''I'm going after her.''
And with that, Evan pushed himself off the bench, toast in hand, and strutted out the Great Hall.

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SIRIUS BLACK

16 ♦ Year 5 ♦ Obstacle Course ♦ With the Marauders

''Y'know, lads, we should make a new map: The Marauder’s Map: Hogsmeade Edition.'' They were walking down to Hogsmeade and Sirius was loving the crisp air on his cheeks. Despite the hangover-headache, he was feeling quite cheerful. Last night had been a blast, even if James had vanished mid-party and only reappeared several hours later. And even if Sirius had mooned quite embarrassingly over Remus - no one had seemed to notice, especially not Remus himself, so he considered that a win.
Sirius brushed a hand through his hair, and pulled the scarf around his neck a little less tight. It was pink with glitter - Mary had made it for him and he adored it. She had also made matching mittens and a hat, which he had opted to leave in the dormitories today.
''Can we add a feature that shows where Madam Rosmerta is?'' Peter asked. Sirius raised an eyebrow.
'Why?''
''So I can avoid her. I still owe her three Galleons and an apology.'' Peters cheeks turned light pink - sort of matched Sirius' scarf. Sirius burst out laughing and slapped his friend softly on the back. He threw his arm around Peters shoulders and pulled the shorter boy closer.
''Pete! You cheek! Whatever for?'' But Sirius never did find out why Peter owed Rosmerte an apology, because at that moment they arrived at the main event: the Hogsmeade village faire. Numerous shops had put out stalls to sell special wares, there were floating lanterns everywhere and suspiciously, the snowflakes that fell from the sky didn't feel wet or cold, nor did they seem to melt.
''Oi, Black!'' Sirius nearly doubled over when James nudged him in the side. ''Obstacle course race. You. Me. Now.''
Sirius smirked back. ''You're on. Prepare to eat snow, Prongs.''
''I’m going to destroy you.''
''Beat you to it.'' And Sirius started running. It was far to the start of the course, but it was the idea that counted. There was a small waiting line - a couple of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, and an early twenty-something couple too busy making out with each other to notice it was their turn. Sirius tsk-ed his tongue against his teeth.
''Kids these days,'' he said, and watched as they mounted the brooms and started the course. It looked easy enough - Sirius was a beater, avoiding dangerous objects was kind of his thing. He was pretty confident about winning.
''Alright, winner gets bragging rights for the next month. Loser buys drinks at The Three Broomsticks,'' Sirius suggested. The couple had safely made it through the moving hoops. ''Or,'' he continued, following them with his eyes. The man kept getting hit by a Bludger. It was kind of painful to watch. ''- if I win - which I will of course - you have to sing ‘I’m a Little Teapot’ at the next Quidditch match, in front of the whole school.''

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23 mei 2025 - 21:56 sakamoto_ is offline

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slytherin • 15 • pureblood • fourth year • chaser • with xeno • forbidden forest

Pandora never considered Pip as being in their year. Or well, her year. Did Niffler ages work the same as dogyears? Was she a bad Niffler-mom for not knowing this? It was too much to think about. "I don't know, to be honest. And thank you! The boys found it too fluff but I believe it is perfect.”
The conversation got much stranger from there. A student? Pip? As far as she knew, Nifflers couldn't be students at Hogwarts. Then, she had not read Hogwarts a Mystery nor all the school rules and regulations. Regulus would know, she'd ask him later. "Where else is supposed to live?" Panda sighed. "They won't allow him in the dorms. Noodles is already pushing it. Also, Noodles might eat Pip... he isn't so good at the friends not food yet. It is going well with the students, but he has eaten a cat or five... Some owls too. Just no toads. He is picky, that one. I think it is Regulus' influence but Regulus says that is ridiculous."
Panda inspected the moss, now covered in some snow. "Can you re-do a heating spell? Last time I tried I nearly set the forest on fire." She grabbed a bag of coins from her pocket and shook it, creating a clingling sound.
Within seconds, Pip's snout appeared, sniffling the air. Panda made a sound of delight and kneeled down in the snow. “Come, kneel.” She dragged Xeno down. Pip immediately latched onto him as soon as Xeno was on his knees. Or more specifically: all his rings. Trying to get them of his fingers. “Oh, I'm so sorry! I should've warned you to not wear any jewelry,” she apologized. “You have to give him one of your rings. There is no choice now, I'll get you another one. I promise.”
As soon as Pip got one the rings, he stuffed it in his pouch, squeaking happily. He scampered of into his little hole in the tree. He returned a little while rather, a stick in his paws, offering it to Xeno.
”I thought him that he can't just take shiny things from people without giving something back in return.” Panda stared at the stick. “We are working on the return gifts still. It looks really good for roasting marshmallows though!” she added excitedly. “Don't you think?”

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27 mei 2025 - 8:36 dove_ is offline

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Marlene McKinnon
16 • Gryffindor • Year 5 • @ Hogsmeade • w. Mary and Lily

The timing of the Hogsmeade village fair was perfect. Marlene could do with some distraction. She stood with with Lily and Mary just outside Honeydukes, a warm cone of toasted marshmallow ice cream in one hand and butterflies in her stomach.
“I knew an ice cream brunch was a good idea,” Marlene said, poking her spoon into the ice cream. “We should do this more often.”
Across the way, a group of third years were screaming as a charmed snowman tried to hand them exploding candy canes.
“Shall we stop by the Divination Tent?” Marlene asked. “Just…" She took a big spoonful of ice cream, causing an uncomfortable brainfreeze. She pressed her eyes shut and waited for the pain to eb away. “… thought it could be funny, you know.”

Her fingers fidgeted with the cone, turning it over and over without taking another bite. Maybe this was the moment. Maybe not. Her heartbeat was pounding in her chest.
She glanced at Lily, then Mary. They looked happy, relaxed, already moving on in the conversation, arguing lightly about whether to visit Zonko’s or the tent first.
Just say it, she told herself. Like ripping off a plaster.
“I—uh. So. I have plans later,” Marlene blurted.
“With Dorcas,” she said finally. It came out steadier than she expected. “I… I’m going on a date. With Dorcas.”

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13 sep 2025 - 21:40 sakamoto_ is offline

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slytherin • 14 • pureblood • fourth year • seeker • with barty and evan

Evan protested loudly, to absolutely no avail. Pandora was already skipping out of the Great Hall.
“What wouldn’t she do?” Barty had a fair point there. “Because I thought she wouldn’t go on a date with Xenophilius Lovegood. What’s that about, Evan? Is this what your family is up to these days? Dating nutters from Ravenclaw?” Barty shook his head. “What'd you make of this Regs? Do you think she’s tricking him? I hope she’s tricking him.” He ended his words in a whisper.
Regulus exhaled through his nose, slowly, as though the whole conversation were giving him a headache. Which it was. And he was not even the one with a hangover. In Merlin's name why were the two of them even awake already?
“She isn’t tricking him,” he said at last, tone clipped. “Pandora doesn’t have the heart,” or brains, “for that. But—” His fingers were drumming against his cup, filled with black coffee. “I don’t see what she does see in him. Half the time he’s got ink on his face. Shabby robes, hair like he’s been struck by lightning, head full of nonsense. Hardly respectable company.”
Evan tore into his toast. Obviously, we can't let this happen,'' he announced. ''I'm going after her.'' Evan stormed out of the Great Hall.
”Well,” Regulus sighed, “we better go after him. I dare bet that murdering a fellow schoolstudent will make him end up in Azkaban.” He downed his coffee. Regulus hauled Barty along by the sleeve as Evan strode off, the three of them a grisly little convoy of indignation and caffeine. “Rosier!” he called after him.
Evan didn’t slow down, storming through the entrance doors like a man on a mission. His cloak snapped behind him in a way that was probably supposed to look dramatic but instead made two first-years nearly collide with the wall to avoid him.
“What exactly is your brilliant plan here? Apart from potentially murdering Lovegood? I'll have you know you can't watch over her from Azkaban.” Regulus kept his chin level, his expression perfectly composed — which is to say, intentionally cold.

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15 sep 2025 - 22:58 HalfBloodPrince is offline

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Severus Snape

Ω Slytherin Ω 15 Ω Halfblood Ω Secret workshop

'High on fumes'

Hogwarts was silent at this hour. The clock struck midnight. The classrooms, halls and the great hall were empty. Most of the students were sleeping tightly in their beds. A few were in their respected Common Rooms, studying late for a test or a certain paper that was due the next morning. Or they were too busy with Quidditch, other homework or even other students.

Severus Snape was still wide awake at this hour. The crescent moon found its way through a tiny window onto his workplace. Because of his insomnia, he tried to stay busy instead of staring into oblivion. A black cauldron was simmering slowly on his work desk. Fumes rose from inside the cauldron. Filling the small storage space with a certain sweet candylike scent.
"Almost done." Severus muttered softly as he crushed some freshly picked rose petals from earlier tonight. His work desk was scattered with all kinds of things; notebooks, feathers opened bottles with herbs, crushed moonstone on an old, weathered copping board. On the edge of the desk several candles flickered softly, giving him more light to perfect his work. The young potions master found this empty space in his second year by accident. It wasn't big or an actual decent work place but it was good enough for the young Slytherin. He made it his own. Nobody to judge him, nobody yelling to him and nobody to destroy his work. That last one happened way too much.

A small spiral rose from the cauldron and he added the crushed rose petals to it. His dark, brown eyes darted over to his notebook. The pages contain a long and complicated list of ingredients, instructions and scribbles. Improvements, he would call it. He stirred clockwise three times and once counter clock wise. His eyes focused on the cauldron while he removed the ladle from the cauldron. The contains swirled, turning to a pearly shimmer and a coral colored fog rose finally from the cauldron. In midair it shaped into a heart until it made a soft 'Pop!' like sound. A smile appeared on the young potions masters face.

A delicate but sweet scent filled the small room. It was mixed with earthy notes and a very faint vanilla scent. A flash of red hair crossed his mind and for a second, Severus enjoyed it before he realized what was going on.
"Fuck..." Severus said slow but softly. He quickly placed his sleeve over his mouth and nose and closed the cauldron. How much he would desire it, he surely didn't need a love potion for it. Slowly he sat down on a stool and struggles to get the high out of his mind and body. The scent faded and the young Slytherin found himself grounded once more.

The bottles filled with Amortentia stood on his work desk, ready to be delivered. It was a simple side job but one that would earn him some money. Severus wrote some notes and attached it to the bottles. Not that anyone would read it but simply stating he was not responsible for any of the aftermaths. His lips curled up in a smile. He was proud. Amortentia was a difficult potion and it finally succeeded perfectly with his improvements. With that serenity he placed himself on the floor and leaned against the wall. His eyes glanced towards the tiny window where the crescent moon glow fell over his face before he finally fell asleep.

[ bericht aangepast op 15 sep 2025 - 23:22 ]

"I whisper 'what the fuck' to myself at least 50 times a day."

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