#ootashesevent

And with those final posts, the final event for OotA Roleplay has officially come to an end. 

This does not mean that roleplaying is over! There are still many things we have ready to tie up all loose ends, and we have the rest of this month to enjoy each other and have some peace in our character’s lives before it all comes to an end. We hope that there can be growth come out of all of this, and that these next few weeks can bring about a sort of peace for roleplayer and character alike. 

A few tips for the end of the event:

If you would like to interact with the Headmistress, Lorcan Fitzsimmons, Aaron Cohen, or any auror or professor, feel free to message us and we’ll help you out. This is your opportunity to talk to some of the big plot characters, and we’re excited to extend this offer to you. 

You may continue threads from the event to finish them, and you may now also move back to roleplay as normal. 

Make sure to keep in mind that the castle is destroyed (including some of Hufflepuff and Slytherin dorms), so if you have any questions regarding anything, please don’t hesitate to ask us. 

Until further notice, the students will all be sleeping together in the Great Hall. The younger years will be arriving back at Hogwarts over the next couple of days. 

Pomfrey will be coming around to heal injuries, both major and minor, and you may write with her if you so desire without any sort of main assistance needed. 

We would also like to extend the offer at this time for anyone to message us regarding their family and any questions they might have regarding them for the end of the event and/or roleplay. 

For example, if you want to know about their safety, their part in the plot, if they were at the battle at Hogwarts, etc, message us and we’ll answer any questions for you. We want all of you to be in charge of yourselves, because we know that you’ll have more questions than we could ever think to answer without you asking them. 

Communication is the key. If there are loose ends that you’re questioning, don’t be afraid to communicate with us. If you don’t understand something that happened, we’re here to help explain it! As everything draws to an end, we really want all of you to be able to be a part of it, and we want to make sure that you’re all ready and willing to jump in with us. 

Thank you all so much for another wildly amazing event, and we can’t wait to finish this month out with all of you. 

For all students, in all groups. Ending Part 2. 

The students were ushered into the Great Hall, and the doors were locked and guarded by the professors after they’d made sure every student was in there. They could still hear fighting in the castle, but as everything went on, it seemed more and more distant. Capscien, Cohen, and Fitzsimmons had stayed out of the room, and it seemed like everything might finally be coming to an end.

Only a couple of hours later, near the middle of the day, the doors were opened and the three of them came inside, followed by a large group of aurors that wore insignia from countries all over the world. They took positions all around the room, and when the big three made it to the front, both men shook their heads and allowed Capscien to take the podium.

It was the first time she had spoken to them from this podium since before she had been captured by Falsdom at Christmas, and she seemed just as shaky about it as the students seemed to hear what she had to say.

“It is done,” she began, and no one knew if it was a time for cheering, or silent reverie, so what happened after those three words seemed like a mixture of both. “The man who has terrorized our country for two years is dead, and those people who supported him are in our custody. We will no longer be victims to him, or anyone who followed him.”

“This victory, however, did not come without its cost,” she went on. “We lost brave soldiers here today. Several aurors from around the world; Irish, Portuguese, Italian, American, and French wizards lost their lives today, as well as one vampire and two werewolf fighters. We here at Hogwarts did not remain untouched, either,” she said sadly. “Professor Aurora Sinistra, though having sided with Falsdom, was a great teacher here for a long time, and we will miss her greatly. Professor Larry Darnell fought valiantly for his students, and he died with great honor in protecting those that he had dedicated his life to.” Capscien paused, swallowing hard before she continued. “We also lost four students during this fight. Seventh year Gryffindor Bridget McKenna, Hufflepuff Darren Rey, Ravenclaw Hazel Walsh, and Slytherin Edward Chase all lost their lives fighting with their fellow students to keep these halls as safe as they could be. We will honor all of these deaths as soon as we can get the castle rebuilt, which is our very first priority.

“Until then, students will return to Hogwarts and we will all stay here in the Great Hall. Aurors will be staying to help with rebuilding and also to ensure our protection as the British Wizarding World rebuilds itself out of the ashes of the devastation they’ve faced. I cannot tell you exactly what will happen in our world over the next coming days, but I can assure you that it will be better than what has happened. We have learned. We have grown. And the world is watching, willing to help us become strong and true once again.”

The woman smiled sadly at all of the students. “I want to apologize to all of you for what you have been through. I don’t need to say that classes will not come back to session immediately, allowing all of us time to adjust to the horrors. You will be allowed to return to your dorms to gather some things, but there has been severe damage to the Hufflepuff and Slytherin dormitories, which will perhaps leave some of you without many of your belongings. Please find a professor and we will gather anything that you might need. We want to make it through these last few weeks together, safely, with no fears and no worries. I think there has been enough of that.

“We will hold you until the end of term, though many of you may wish to return home. Until everything is taken care of, you are safer here. We will hold a ceremony to honor the dead, and we will also hold a graduation ceremony to honor those seventh years who have made it through this madness. You all deserve some happiness, and while it may be hard to come by for a little while, we know that you will find it again.”

Capscien cleared her throat, and knew that it was time to be done. “A warm meal is being prepared for you, and those of you who might desire to bathe may let a professor accompany you to the loos that are still in operation before dinner is served. Thank you all, so much more than I can say, for all that you have done in service to your friends, family, and your country. It was more than we could have ever asked. If there is anything that you need, don’t hesitate to find myself or any of your professors to help you. We owe you all a great deal.”

With that, the newly reinstated Headmistress stepped down from the podium, moving into the crowd of students and trying to offer her assistance in any way that she could. Fitzsimmons, Cohen, and their aurors stayed behind as well, wanting to make sure that everything was taken care of. It was a bittersweet feeling, and it washed through the room with heaviness.

It was the end, and while not all good, it was at least not bad.

For all students, in all groups. 

As the students began to make their way down to the first floor to escape, others were having that same idea. Battles still raged all the way through the castle, but the main one, the one that no one had yet seen, was headed down as well.

Lorcan Fitzsimmons, Aaron Cohen, and Henrique Ferriera were chasing after Jerrick Falsdom and Val Bellserv, who were fighting for their very lives. It was a rough battle, and the five of them had been going back and forth since the men first arrived at the castle. They finally decided that their only way out was to actually leave the castle and run again, which coincided horribly with the professors’ plan to get the students out to safety.

There was a huge gathering of students that met at the bottom of the first floor stairs, while all the professors came together to lead all of the sixth and seventh years that were behind out the doors. But just as they turned down the corridor to lead them towards the exit, they saw the battle of their lifetimes raging in the distance.

Several students tried to jump out and help, but the professors forced them back. It was clear that this battle was not one that was going to be as simple as the fights they’d been having upstairs, where few people had been killed. These men were throwing spells back and forth at constant speeds, and Falsdom and Bellserv were trying to tear their attackers apart. There was no other way. In their minds, it was kill or be killed.

Professors formed a line in front of the students, blocking any stray spells that came their way, but they couldn’t back them out. There was no where else for them to go except back up towards the battles, which were starting to head down as well in hopes that they could meet up with their leaders. Both sides wanted this to be over and done, and it was culminating right there on the first floor. Some of the students in the back were still having to fight people off as they came up behind them, creating a front shield and a back shield with everyone in the middle utterly useless.

A cutting curse was called, and the voice was so loud with it that it seemed to shake the whole building. It wasn’t the voice of Falsdom, or Bellserv… belonging instead to the redheaded man right there in the middle of all of it. The students were close enough to hear shouts of spells and curses and hexes, as well as Aaron Cohen’s deep reply to what was happening.

“Lorcan! We’re not trying to kill them!” he reminded his friend, but it was clear that the other was not on that same page.

It was Ferriera that called out the next spell, which was a blasting curse that exploded right to the side of Bellserv’s body, making the man lunge out of the way. Aaron called after him, telling him the same thing, but found his words cut off by the Minister of Ireland.

“If I get a shot, I’m taking it!” Lorcan yelled, and it seemed that he was only fighting fire with fire, as the very next spell the children heard was a killing curse that hit Henrique square in the chest and causing him to fall backwards to the ground in a heap.

The fighting immediately got more intense, both sides pushing and fighting and trying to knock the other out. Again and again the killing curse was called, but none of them hit their targets. The men fought hard, knowing that lives were at stake--for Falsdom and Bellserv, it was their own, and for Cohen and Fitzsimmons it was their people, their children, and everyone else there at Hogwarts or at any other place that the other men had touched.

Then, out of nowhere, a woman’s voice. One that the students recognized, but hadn’t heard in quite a few months.

Marcela Capscien.

Falsdom’s body went rigid, his eyes wide and unblinking. The killing curse had hit him in the back, and before he was able to crumple, Bellserv was throwing spells at Capscien. Fitzsimmons and Cohen were able to work together to catch him, and he was without a wand, tied up and thrown to the side of the corridor, before Jerrick Falsdom’s body hit the cold stone floor.

Everything went silent. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard in the large group of students. Then the sounds of fighting above them broke through the enchantment they’d all fallen under, and it was Capscien’s voice that rang out to them again.

“Everyone into the Great Hall, now!”

Once they were out of the tunnel they could see what was going on. Fighting had erupted everywhere. People were running back and forth to help each other and try and regroup. Adrian's eyes darted around and he soon saw somewhere he could be of use.

His ribs still ached from crawling through that tunnel but he was sure of one thing. He wasn't going anywhere. He wasn't going to leave this fight to the others. His ribs could wait. Adrian was not going to leave Hogwarts nor his friends when he still had his wand in his hand and the ability to use it.

He moved forward when more spells showered around them and joined the run through the corridors until more fighting stopped them. he threw up a shield and then blasted a nasty looking Auror off of his feet and into a wall. “Form a line!” he shouted to some people near him. “Push them back, don’t give them any more ground.” He called as he dodged a spell with a small wince as the movement hurt his body. Less dodging more shields he thought to himself to avoid twisting his body. He found a break to smile at a familiar face in all the chaos “We can do this!” he said as he blasted more spells at the attackers, some getting through and some not. He didnt care, he was going to show these people that they wouldnt stand for it anymore. This was their home, and it was time to force these peoples horrid ways out of the school and the world.

Adrian was beginning to feel better now that his abdomen had been bandaged slightly with some sleeves. He was sitting against a wall with his wand in one hand as he rested his eyes and tried to reach out with his hearing to see if he could hear anything from outside. So far he had been unsuccessful

Then he heard the ‘POP’ sound of to his side and his eyes shot open. He aimed his wand and very nearly cast a spell but when he recognised the target he lowered his arm as more ‘pop’ noises sounded around them. House elves. They had come to help. Adrian raised a brow as they spoke of the “Savers” that had come to help. Every time they asked they were met with the same answers and so the students moved to help move the rocks that the elves were passing backwards. Adrian helped with what he could. Either helping to lift a heavy rock or moving some aside with a spell since he still wasn’t at full strength enough to lift the larger ones himself at the moment. He was happy he could still cast spells just in case he needed to when they got out.

Adrian was standing near to Thorne, just to the side of Laya. Everyone had just made it in and the door would soon be closed. Then that sound hit Adrian’s ears again, the same sound tat had happened milliseconds before the explosion in the great hall. They perked up as his vampiric reflexes kicked in and he reached for Thorne but the world came caving in at them. 

He managed to brush his fingertips on the professor’s arm but then he was hit by what felt like a train in the chest and pinned to the ground. Off to the side he saw Laya fly backwards from the force. He tried to move but he was being crushed by a large piece of rock which was once part of the roof. He could tell that at least a few of his ribs were broken if not worse and he was covered in bruises and cuts.

 He tried to gasp for help but the rock was crushing the air out of him and because of its positioning and broken ribs he couldn't hope to move it. Luckilly Newt and Cade reacted quickly and moved it together whilst helping him out from under it and over to the side away from the cave in. 

“Dammit.” Adrian wheezed out. His eyes darting around to confirm what he was sure of after that blast. “Th-thorne....i couldn't......grab....him.” He looked around trying to sum up the damage as a hand rested on his broken ribs. He couldn't sit here injured. He had to do something. They were the only thing distracting the Aurors and stopping them from finding the evacuating group. He shakily got to his feet but leaned against the way the whole time. “Th-this....isn't.......good. We.....ne-need....to get out.” he said between labored breaths. 

Adrian listened to the sounds around him. It was almost silent but not quite. The echoes of feet the sound of breathing as someone ran. The castle at this moment was either loud with fighting or silent with people searching for each other. He could tell by the distant words he could here that the Aurors he had run from were not far behind him. However from his vantage point up high, holding himself steady between the wall and the pillar with two legs and one hand he kept his red eyes on the ground below him, the place they would run past any moment now if his senses were correct. He could tell some of the others must be near by too so he wasn't going to drag this out.

Then they were there, passing under him “Where is that litt-” one of them started but didn't get to finish as Adrian landed on him heavily after pushing himself down from the high corner he had been hiding in. The mans body broke his hard fall and the Hufflepuff pushed his weight down onto him as the woman spun to see what had happened. She managed to get a stunning spell off that Adrian avoided with a sideways tumble, letting the spell hit the man on the ground to further take him out of the fight. Adrian quickly stung her hand with an angry disarming spell that sent her wand through the air. 

She moved to take a step forward to try and catch it but the force of Adrian's next spell blasted her from her feet and she seemed to go rigid in mid air for a second as the body bind too effect. She fell to the ground like some kind of statue and Adrian let out a sigh, glad his plan had gone so smoothly. He was Casting a spell to summon some ropes to tie them up when he heard the footsteps rushing around the corner. He crouched and aimed his wand with a scary vampire face taking over his features with his fangs and eyes showing before he realized it wasn't an enemy this time.