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@crvince @crmalcolm @crmason (oh my god they were roommates)

being heralded out of his room the moment he opened his eyes was really... not something he appreciated. as interesting as the entire thing sounded, this was supposed to be a vacation. but he figures he would be doing nothing productive if given the option to not attend, so he keeps his mouth relatively shut while he and his roommates trek to unknown territory (everything on this island is pretty much unknown territory for them).

@craugust

“hey, uh, professor?” dane’s voice is softer than usual, and he makes a point to rub at his arms in hopes of maintaining some level of heat. it really wouldn’t have been this big of a deal, but this is solidifying his theory pretty quickly. “y’know how the seasons are flipping south of the equator?” he cocks his head to the side and lets a frown grow on his face. and his voice? his voice picks up. “why didn’t any of the professors warn the students that it was going to be winter on this island? like? i don’t know? maybe tell the students 'hey everyone, new zealand is going to be cold so remember to pack your winter outfits!’.” 

@crxaelita

@crcwan

“i don’t mean to sound unappreciative for this free trip,” he’s clearly unappreciative, “but why, pray tell, the fuck does it feel like WINTER?” he pulls the sleeves of his sweater as far down as he can to cover both of his hands the moment he steps foot out of the hogwarts magical transportation vehicle, but he still feels betrayed. “it’s summer. and summer means going to the beach!”

@crxcole replied to this for a starter

dane takes up as much space as he can in the great hall with most students preparing to leave the castle for the summer. his legs are stretched out beneath the gryffindor’s bench while he bangs on the bottom of a cheese dip jar to pour into a smallish bowl already containing salsa sauce. call him disgusting, but he doesn’t care. mixing cheese with salsa is a luxury and he’s not going to let anyone take it away from him.

@craurora replied to this for a starter

he knows that he may have... made a slightly bigger than normal fuck up, but it really wasn’t his fault. at least he tells himself that. he tried to prevent it from happening, but the ancient professor hardly took heed to his warning as he was speeding down the hallways on a cart he amped up with a spell he can’t even recall. so yeah the guy may have to spend a week or two in the infirmary, but he really tried to prevent it. that... didn’t mean he was about to own up to his mistake. right after he leaped off the cart to allow it to crash into the professor, he sprinted the fuck off.

@crxdevin​ replied to this for a starter

in a grand hall, students gather in clusters and huddle close to one another as they watch one of the staff members give a long dreary monologue. this is normal, dane thinks, because none of the staff can get their shit together. there’s always some abnormality happening in this hell school of witchcraft and wizardry, and honestly? he’s accustomed to it. tired even. danger has become a norm in this school apparently, haunting the castle throughout the decades like a curse. 

【 Oh beloved Fairy Queen, you are already in the lion’s den. Why not dye it crimson, leave a legacy in your wake? 】

A hum reverberates from the shell of a broken throat, fingers pressing one by one ascending a melodic scale upon the exposed flesh where mother had left her kiss earlier. Not on her. On her beloved, was he what mother would call a treasure?  A black pearl kidnapped in the shadows of night. Ah, it doesn’t matter. Nothing would matter anymore except to please mother. And mother was so happy. Oh, she seemed to have rejoiced so much, nipping at listening ears, murmuring words of encouragement in that soft velvety voice which only blankets comfort.

Mother is so proud of you. A child who swallows stars for a living preens, eyes scintillating with the dying flames of her rapture. Lost nebula coat the smile on cherubic lips, there is an almost childish joviality that causes heels to dance devilishly through the corridors where the Gryffindor students wandered. Mother loves you so much. Too much.

【 Dear sweet child, don’t be greedy. Mother’s love is for all, you must share it let them know! Let them rejoice in the touches of ambrosia, gold seeping into the cracks of a waiting spine. 】

❛ oh? ❜ The strings in the symphony of her min reaches a new cacophonous frenzy at the sight of someone familiar. A lark quickly turns into the serpent of Eden, slithering words into exposed ears. Mother loves everyone. Show him. Show him how much mother loves him too.

❛ hi dane, ❜ Perhaps, just perhaps there is too much stardust caught in the voice to ebony. He wouldn’t know that though. She is used to painting the fake light on an accustomed canvas of black. ❛ what good timing, i was just looking for you. ❜

【 Nia, oh little Nia do you even know what you are feeling? A pitiful girl. 】

She takes a step closer to the Gryffindor. Little by little, playing innocent, facial features reflect a girl at war with worry. However, not too close, for that would mean blaring an alarm that there’s thunder crackling between the two of them. 

❛ i was worried after the announcement so i wanted to check up on everyone. you look fine at least. ❜ In fine condition just for mother. A tittering sigh briefly escapes, shoulders slumping for a mere second before rising even higher than before. There is no fairy, but a demon entrapped in a ravenous smile. Carnage is her name, for without it how would she show how much mother loves everyone?

Mother needs to be here. Mother is here for you. Mother will also be here for Dane because mother dearest has endless love for everyone. She knows best.

❛ mother would be pleased to hear you know that you’re doing so well! ❜Titania chirps at last, finally closing the distance between the two of them. With great ease, a dagger appears in the arm she has raised for a simple second. The percussion of her mind roar as she lays a fateful mark on the soft organs of his right side. Pulling back, she smiles at her creation. ❛ mother loves you. so much, you’re so lucky. ❜

a flash flickers from his owlphone, signaling a received message. with ease does he turn the device over in his hand, unlocking it and swiping down to see what had been sent to him. his brow quirks at seeing it was none other than the headmaster sending an announcement, and normally he would pay no mind to it and wait for someone to fill him in, but to receive something so late from any of the staff members is unusual. after all, they never fail to chew him out when he sends in an email during the ungodly hours surrounding midnight.

so he does what any good mannered student would do: opens the notification to view the full announcement. he hums as he reads, scrolling through the device without haste. when he reaches midway, slowly reading over the part that mentions a cursed dagger, he frowns. it seems like something ripped straight out of an anime, and if that doesn’t put him on edge, he doesn’t know what will. anime is meant to remain as anime, not channel the horror of it all into real life. to a degree, the announcement confuses him, but he reads on till the end. 

it’s concerning, really. the entire message contained an ominous vibe and questions as to what the students were supposed to be cooperating with exactly. but his unrest dies easy. exams are postponed, which means his cramming sessions are also postponed until further notice. he could perhaps do something meanwhile, perhaps waste time until the headmaster and whoever else finishes their business. wasting time sounds good.

he pockets his phone and turns to head to the gryffindor’s common rooms. it’s quite a walk from where he is, but he doesn’t mind. he rounds a corner and stops, confusion washing over him when his name is called out. he squints for a brief second, head turned towards the voice, and he quickly eases again when he sees in clear view who calls to him. he knows her, and he’s quick to let a smile grace his face as he brings a hand up for a lazy wave. “yeah, the announcement was kinda… concerning? anyone could sneak up on you and you wouldn’t know. it’s spooky.”

everyone’s a suspect, he muses, trust no one, not even yourself. he opens his mouth to say his farewells, but she speaks before he can and closes in on him. he jostles as a sharp pain shoots through him, followed by a sharp intake of breath. he chances a glance down and groans at what he sees. a knife impales his stomach, and he thinks he should have seen this coming.

and as quickly as he felt the pain, it disperses, leaving nothing in it’s wake other than hands hovering nearby him and a slit through his clothes. eyes trail back up to to his friend, and he gives her a sweet smile.

@crgwen​ replied to this for a starter

large steaming mug in hand, he shuffles over towards the table, paying mind to the sloshing of the tea with every step he takes. he prays to the high heavens that he doesn’t spill another scorching drink on him, because contrary to popular belief, he dislikes being sent to the nurses office. he would never intentionally hurt himself just to crack a few jokes here and there, which is why he eyes the large cup in his hand all the way from where he bought it to the closest table he came by.

@crxaelita replied to this for a starter

“i swear to you that someone only took a bite of all the moon pies and just left it sitting there on the kitchens counters.” he tugs at the younger student and drags her to follow him to the kitchen. students are not allowed in, but when has he ever cared? never. besides his own room, the kitchen is like a home to him and he knows it like the back of his hand. which is why the oddity of the food catches his attention when he first walked in for a quick unpaid for snack. “i know it wasn’t done on purpose because all the bites look different. it’s weird. and they’re all just kinda... sitting there. they usually serve food to the students a few minutes after its all done and prepared--- i would hope--- and these are obviously done! just not... they have bite marks in them.”

@crxripley replied to this for a starter 

dane saunters into the classroom (when does he never) and releases a pile of books from his grip, letting them fall onto the desk he chose for these few joyous hours. “hey professor nam, to what do i owe this afternoon to?” he asks with a smug grin, allowing himself the luxury of plopping down in the seat and kicking his leg up on the adjoining desk. he already knows the answer, but if a teacher is going to trap him to the confines of a room for a few hours, hours that could have been spent doing dumbledore knows what, then he’s going to return the favor of having said teacher suffer with him. it’s only fair.