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258. After being taught about the Memory Charm (Obliviate), the muggleborns proclaim their wands Neuralyzers and spend the rest of the day making obscure Men in Black references, much to the confusion of the purebloods.

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OOC: HIatus
hey guys,
so i will be gone for 2 weeks and then right after that i have band camp. sO thAT means that i will have the rest of this summer completely packed with practices and what not. I'll try and keep up with rp's, but i will not be fully active until September. HOWEVER, I am still here to talk to or to plan an rp~~!
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sorry for the inactivity, i've been feeling kinda glum these past few days. nothing happened, im just feeling kinda sad and having writer's block (blechhh). i hope to get back on my feet and get back into rping! ))
Drowsy Dragons [OPEN]
Ilse sat in the Great Hall absorbed in a book. Sipping some tea, she flipped through the pages and made notes on the side.
“Common Greens, Hungarian Horntails, Ukrainian Iron Belly, ah, here Romanian Longhorns.” she mumbled to herself, turning to the right page. It was a book on dragons. Something about dragons had always fascinated her. Sure Kaelb and Nemera were both great companions, but it was her lifelong dream to train a dragon, probably influenced by the movie she so adored. Flipping through the pages, she barely noticed the time go by. The lights in the Hall began to dim, but Ilse didn’t realize. Dragons flew in her mind, each one with brilliant colors and shapes, reaching to the skies, going where no one else goes. Her eyes drooped as she finished reading the chapter on Romanian Longhorns. Her head slowly fell on the table as she fell asleep at the table. Ilse’s eyes opened up as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Sitting up, she looked up at her awakener.
“Oh, h-hello.” she yawned, “I didn’t realize that I fell asleep here… again…heheh...” she looked away in embarrassment, blushing slightly.
A couple of Ilse WIPs~
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(EVENT) Short story: Nicked Notebooks [Part II]
Ilse walked out of the cave of the beast. Nothing could be worse than walking in on Levi grading papers. She sighed as she unravled the note.
‘What is worse? A hippogriff’s bite or its dung? You’ll have plenty of both!’
Ilse paused as she read the note. Looking to the horison, she saw the sun begin to descend, shadows begining to meld with the world of reality. ‘Could it be? I hope Hanji is ok with this.’ Ilse ran to the stables in hopes of making it before sundown. She ran all the way, her breath becoming faster and rougher. Finally, Ilse made it to the stables. Huffing, she muttered,
“Damn that Peeves…” The old wooden door creaked open as Ilse entered the stables. A hippogriff raised his head. Ilse smiled and waved,
“Hello Kaelb! Heheheh… At least I get to see you here.” The hippogriff cawed happily at her. She strode over to Kaelb.
They had bonded over the years. Ilse had met the hippogriff in her first year. She had snuck into the stables out of pure curiosity and had come across Kaelb. Ilse was aprehensive at first, but after a few more meetings (with permission this time), they had become good friends. She learned how to care for him in class and out of class from some of the volunteers there. Even though she had her owl, Nemera, Ilse felt like she had a stronger bond with Kaelb. “How are you, buddy?” Ilse rubbed the forehead of the creature, smiling contently. Kaelb chirped in response.
“Oh yeah, I need to look for my notebook!” Ilse patted Kaelb gently, “Maybe you can help me find it~” She turned around and began to search the stables. Kaelb chirped again, but with more stress. Ilse was searching through the supply closet, “What is it buddy?” Kaelb cawed again. Ilse sighed and returned to Kaelb,
“I really need to find my notebook, Kaelb.” The hippogriff pawed at the ground, chirping with urgency. Ilse opened the stable door. On the floor, covered in dirt and hay, was her notebook.
“Kaelb! Thank you!” She bent over to pick up her notebook. Ilse dusted the leather cover to find it dirtier than she had first expected it. Kaelb purred gently and nudged Ilse.
“Heh… at least I found it. Thanks Kaelb.” She stood up and patted Kaelb again.
“Now, I should get going before someone finds me here!” Ilse closed Kaelb’s door and walked towards the exit. She looked back at the hippogriff. Kaelb cawed a goodbye as Ilse gently closed the door.
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Children. They were teaching children.
Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.
Toughen them, said Godric.
Make them smart, said Rowena.
And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.
But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.
She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?
I will take them all, she said.
I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness.
I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost.
I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.
No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.
But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.
Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power.
For goodness. For hope.
And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:
Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.
(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)
(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)
(EVENT) Short Story: Nicked Notebooks [Part I]
Frantic hands rummaged through a worn suitcase, ‘Nope, not here either…’ Ilse began to stress, her heart starting to beat faster and faster. Her notebook was her most prized possession and she had the feeling that Peeves was also behind this one. Ilse peeked under her pillow and found a note. Scribbled upon it was a sloppy message:
“To the left we have goo, to the right some glop, under there you’ll find slop and right in between? Snakes’ head!”
Damn that Peeves! At least the riddle was relatively easy. Goo, glop, and snake’s head. Potions class for sure. Ilse tucked the scrap of paper into her coat pocket and briskly walked down to the potions room. A chill breeze flowed through the hallway, bringing with it the frigid bite of December. Ilse creaked open the door of the classroom and peeked inside. At the front of the room was Professor Ackerman, hunched over his desk, busily grading papers...
“Langnar. What business do you have here? It is far past the last class of today. Most Hufflepuffs would be asleep right now, after devouring their dinner...” He spoke as if he almost was a snake, each word dripping with venomous intent. Ilse entered the room and straightened her back,
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Professor, but I seem to have misplaced my notebook. It is quite precious to me…” Ilse responded, keeping both her hands together. 'God, I want to punch him in the face right now! I know he plays favorites, but come ON!'
“Oh, is that so?” The professor paused for a moment, scratching a few more marks on the paper he was grading. The silence sat upon the air with a sickly gloom; like the fumes of bad potions concocted by young, naïve students. Finally, he broke the silence,
“Was it that Peeves again? I’ve had many of my students complain of missing items.” Professor Ackerman’s voice showed no sympathy, only perhaps a slight annoyance that he had to take time to aid his poor Houselings. Ilse nodded in reply.
“Y-y-yes, Professo-”
“Don’t. Stutter.” He looked up slightly, stone cold eyes piercing through the gloom.
“Yes sir.” Ilse pronounced. The professor’s eyes went back down to his work. More silence.
“I found a note on your desk. I thought it might’ve been one of your classmates. However, it turned out to be worse than one of them.” He put a big mark across the paper. “Useless brats…” he mumbled. The professor shuffled through some papers until he came across a small scrap.
“Here. I believe it is from Peeves.” He held it out for Ilse.
“Thank you, professor.” She walked up and took it from his hands.
“Tch…” He promptly returned to his grading. “Now go.”
“Ok, thank you again sir.” Ilse bowed slightly and turned to leave. The professor looked up, stone eyes meeting amber ones.
“Good luck, brat...”

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The way he leered at her before approaching was probably more than a little unnerving. After a short bit of snooping, he'd tracked down her. Not specifically, but it was the best option he'd boiled his investigation down to. "Langnar, yeah?" he called as he drew near. "I need ya for a sec'." Rude as ever, he wasn't asking for her time--he was demanding it.
“Huh…yeah…?” Ilse was slightly shocked at the boy’s behavior. She had seen him a couple of times before. Wasn’t he only a fourth year? Tch, Slytherin too, no wonder he was so rude. She stuffed her hands in her robe pockets. “Who are you, exactly?” Ilse asked him, confused at his hostility.
"Or, I could just claim it all." He looked at Ilse, really looked at her. "I mean, if you wanna do the whole give-and-take thing, that’s your business. I’m not keen on bullshit human philosophy, though," he concluded. "Anything else?" He was ready to go brood a while.
‘Well, SOMEone’s a stick in the mud, jeez…’ Ilse ran a hand through her hair. This kid was a snake through and through. “Nah, nothing really. Just,” she turned to leave, "The more you sweat in practice, the less you bleed in battle.” And with that, Ilse left the miserable boy. She was beginning to regret the choice she made. ‘He might be a prick, but a little hard work never hurt anyone, right? I might be able to change his ways a bit, heh…’
"My name is Ilse Langnar. I’m part of the 34th Out of Walls Expedition. I won’t make it back to town alive. It’s pretty much hopeless. I shall fight to the bitter end, even if it means i must lay down my life."
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The way he leered at her before approaching was probably more than a little unnerving. After a short bit of snooping, he'd tracked down her. Not specifically, but it was the best option he'd boiled his investigation down to. "Langnar, yeah?" he called as he drew near. "I need ya for a sec'." Rude as ever, he wasn't asking for her time--he was demanding it.
“Huh…yeah…?” Ilse was slightly shocked at the boy’s behavior. She had seen him a couple of times before. Wasn’t he only a fourth year? Tch, Slytherin too, no wonder he was so rude. She stuffed her hands in her robe pockets. “Who are you, exactly?” Ilse asked him, confused at his hostility.
He frowned a bit at her insinuation that he was just going to take the notes. Of course, in his mind, payment was plenty enough of an exchange for some notes. Still, in order to become a professional curse breaker, he was going to have to be beyond amazing in his understanding of runes. He would have to be as fluent in them as he was in his mothertongue. So, looking taken off guard and rather uneasy—how rare!—the Slytherin shifted his weight off the wall and stood correctly. “… after dinner, in the library…? That’s fine by me.” He looked away. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to compensate you now. I already had a payment method in mind.” He crossed his arms, a bit insulted that she would think he needed to glut himself like these wizards did. Honestly! It was always food, food, food with them, especially the little badger house. It was surprising the whole lot didn’t look like a bunch of pigs—perhaps their use of magic was exhausting and draining?
Eh, figuring that out was someone else’s concern. Not his.
“The fact that you won’t cheat is enough. Besides, you only end up cheating yourself. You wanna pass the class, you gotta put your own hard work and effort into it.” Ilse crossed her arms. “The more you give, the more you get. The more you get, the more you’re expected to give,” she grinned, “It’s simple, really.”

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EVENT: Peeves the Pick-pocketing Poltergeist! // Open
Frantic hands rummaged through a worn suitcase, ‘Nope, not here either…’ Ilse began to stress, her heart starting to beat faster and faster. Her notebook was her most prized possession and she had the feeling that Peeves was also behind this one. Ilse peeked under her pillow and found a note. Scribbled upon it was a sloppy message:
“To the left we have goo, to the right some glop, under there you’ll find slop and right in between? Snakes’ head!”
Damn that Peeves! At least the riddle was relatively easy. Goo, glop, and snake’s head. Potions class for sure. Ilse tucked the scrap of paper into her coat pocket and briskly walked down to the potions room. In her distraction, thinking of how that pick-pocketing poltergeist got to her notebook, she ran into someone.
“Oof! Oh, I’m sorry, ermm…”