we are a low word count, any level of experience rp set in harry's 3rd year at hogwarts. students and adults alike are welcome! given we are set fairly early in the series, everything that happens from this point on will be up to us! perhaps sirius black will be cleared and peter arrested, or perhaps something darker lurks in the shadows...
Post by Annabel Lee Hughes on Jun 30, 2018 20:22:17 GMT
Well, it certainly isn't summer anymore, thought Annabel Lee as she walked down the corridor, wrapping her arms around her torso to stop her slight shivering. She was headed toward the owlery, with parchment and quill in hand. It definitely would have been more practical to write this letter beforehand, but quite honestly, she didn't know what she wanted to write and she definitely didn't want any of the other Ravenclaw girls peering over her shoulder as she wrote it.
She entered the owlery and looked around. Almost immediately, she heard the coo of her beloved barn owl, Luna.
"Hi, Luna!" Annabel whispered as she walked over to the bird, a smile on her face. She gently stroked the feathers of her owl and looked around for a place to sit and write her letter. She settled with the stairs, sitting on the lowest step sideways, and using the next step up to write her letter. As Annabel laid out the materials needed to write her letter, she scrunched up her nose. Wizards could definitely learn some things from muggles. Like....pens. A two-in-one quill and ink. She remembered the first time she'd used a pen in the muggle world, a few years ago when the Hughes family had gone to visit Helena for the first time. Helena had simply taken one out, used it, and left the family in a slight awe.
Helena was who this letter was addressed to. Annabel wrote her sister's name carefully on the parchment. It was difficult to write on the uneven steps. A little gross, even, with the owl droppings just about everywhere.
Dear sister, she wrote, then stopped.
What was she going to write? Where are you? Why won't you come home, even for a little bit?
I miss you loads. She settled for the next line, then sat back against the stairs with a sigh.
"Luna, you're a smart bird. Can you write a letter for me?" Annabel asked her owl with a giggle. Of course she couldn't do that. She'd just sit and wait until the words came to her.
and most of them are mine. there are things even my mind can't deny.
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line of Root had written a letter to his little sister earlier and while he didn’t own an owl, the school had plenty of owls he could use to send it. His sister always loved to get letters from him and always wrote back to him pretty fast. She might not be magical, but she knew a lot about magic. She tended to steal his textbooks after each year was over and read them over the following year while he was learning more. While she couldn’t do any spells, there were times that she knew more than he did, and honestly, he was very impressed with her.
It wasn’t uncommon that his father intercepted their letters and tended to burn them, so his sister couldn’t read them, mostly because his father thought that he was poisoning her mind with his Hufflepuff tendencies. She was not magical and while his father was magical, he believed that she had a place and it was in the muggle world and she shouldn’t be learning anything too much about the magical world. It made Root angry because she wanted to learn but their father didn’t want her to learn. So, Root had made it so he would help her hide the textbooks and over the summer tutor her on anything she didn’t understand if he knew what was going on, which he did fairly often. He was one of the top in his class despite not being a Ravenclaw himself, though not the top because he didn’t always participate in class like he probably should. He’d always be doodling away in his journal about some new spell or a new idea.
When Root made it up to the Owlery, he saw a Ravenclaw writing a letter. A little too curious for his own good, Root slowly approached her from behind. “You know, owls can’t write.” Good job captain obvious. She probably already knew that given she was a Ravenclaw, but also at the same time Ravens were more creative than necessarily intelligent. He blinked before he realized that he knew of this girl from her twin in his year in Hufflepuff. Pulling out his notebook he flipped a few pages and then nodded. “You’re Annabel Hughes right?” He tucked his notebook back away into his jacket he was wearing to keep warm in the cool air. Offering his hand he gave her a small smile. “I’m Root. Your brother and I share dorms!” Well yes, Root, all boys in Hufflepuff in the same year tended to do that. Good job. “Uhm…” He was at a loss for what to say next.
Of course, he was somewhat famous in Hufflepuff for being the troublemaker of the house, given he would usually insult people who you probably shouldn’t tangle with in order to make them chase him instead of others. He wasn’t sure how well known that sort of thing was known outside of his house, but honestly he didn’t do that part for the attention, he did that to help people who would otherwise get hurt by bullies and just take the pain himself.
Post by Annabel Lee Hughes on Jul 3, 2018 3:59:43 GMT
"You know, owls can't write."
The sudden words spooked her, and a flush of embarrassment rose to her cheeks. Of course she knew that, she wasn't daft. Although, it would be pretty swell if they could -- but she wasn't sure what the point was to get an owl to write a letter when there were other, more normal ways to write a letter without using your hand. Although, she supposed she had wanted Luna to write the letter so she didn't have to think about it --- what? God, she could really just have whole monologues in her mind off of one silly thing.
Annabel stood from her step and turned to face the boy who had startled her with a slight, uneasy smile. The sort of smile you offer someone when you aren't sure if you wanted to be caught talking to your owl. She furrowed her brows as he pulled out a notebook, studied it for a moment, then knew her name. What was that about?
She took his hand as he offered it, shaking it firmly, and nodded in response to his words. "Yep, twin brother in Hufflepuff." Annabel mused, rather amused with the thought. After generations of Hufflepuff running in the family, she ends up in Ravenclaw and her brother sticks with tradition. Interesting thing, really, but it didn't bother her much at all until she spent time with her family and felt just...left out. "So...what's the notebook about?" She asked him, her curiosity (or should it be nosiness?) getting the best of her rather quickly.
And then Annabel took a longer look at the boy before her, and laughed to herself. This was the boy who'd ever-so-kindly 'saved' her from a group of dimwits who had been giving her a hard time over her sister quite some time back. It had been a pretty quick encounter; before she really registered what had happened, the ugly group had left her to mess with the boy she now knew as Root. Of course, she felt that the name might have come up at home as her parents asked her brother about the happenings in modern-day Hufflepuff, but she tended to drone out those conversations she had no part of.
"You probably don't remember me, do you?" Annabel asked him, with a smirk. "Quite some time ago you were my white knight, yeah? I think my brother has mentioned something of the sort being your 'thing'."
The girl did not know much else about this boy -- just their brief encounter and having heard his name at the dinner table, between ignoring the fact that their sister refused to be around and that Annabel really, definitely wasn't Hufflepuff. The latter actually infuriated Annabel; why did it matter that she had "broken" the legacy? Why were people so darn proud of their houses and felt the need to look down on others, even tear them down?
!! we had mentioned them knowing each other in the past under those circumstances, hope it's alright i just sorta came up with something !!
Post by Alexander Root on Jul 4, 2018 17:48:05 GMT
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life is full of little lies
and most of them are mine. there are things even my mind can't deny.
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R
oot quickly put a hand over the area in his jacket where the notebook was as if he was afraid she was going to try to steal it. “It’s for writing. That’s what. Most notebooks are for that I think.” He didn’t seem to want to say too much more about it, probably because it held his secret projects. To some they thought he would have done well in Ravenclaw, much like the hat had told him, but decided to place him in Hufflepuff – after all, apparently, he was going to do better in Hufflepuff than in Ravenclaw. He wasn’t sure exactly why the hat thought that, but he was fairly proud in his house despite his father not being proud at all.
“Uhm…” He tilted his head and attempted to place her face. There were a lot of things going through his head but in the end his face brightened up and he laughed. “Oh right! You were there when I was chased by a dragon!” He was never chased by a dragon, but he used excuses like that all the time when asked what happened to him as he didn’t like talking about getting beat up by a bunch of bullies. That also went with the fact that while he hated those who picked on others, he didn’t want to get them into trouble, at least not yet while he had no power. He found telling people what happened never helped anyways, so why put himself through so much trouble when later when he was rich and famous he could stick it to them?
“Honestly, that Chinese Fireball seems to hate me a lot, it chases me fairly often.” If one hears enough of his stories, certain bullies were considered certain different creatures chasing him. “I mean, its better it chases me than anyone else right? … You were alright, right? When I lured the dragons away from you. So yeah, that’s why I do it. I know how to deal with those types of things, and I don’t mind getting a bit caught on fire in the process. Just helps people out, you know?”
Post by Annabel Lee Hughes on Jul 7, 2018 4:32:34 GMT
Well, this boy was odd. Annabel didn't have any other good words to describe his behavior. Sure, he didn't have to tell her about the notebook, but with how curious the girl was, now she just really wanted to know.
"Of course it's for writing. But what's in it?" Annabel asked him. "I mean, you totally looked at it before you seemed to know my name, and it's a little odd for sure." She said lightly, her curiosity reaching a peak--but hoping she wasn't pushing him too far. Yes, Annabel wanted to know more about this little notebook of his, but she did not want to scare him away by being nosy. Annabel always wanted to know everything and did not have a problem asking questions to try and figure it all out...of course, that could lead to issues sometimes. Not everyone wanted to be asked a million questions about something, or any questions at all. Annabel wouldn't ever admit to having any enemies, but there were definitely people that disliked her and thought she was annoying. But hey, the asking questions thing? It's kind of what she saw herself doing as a career later down the road. Some wizards might dream of being an auror or something more noble like that; Annabel wanted nothing more than to run a newspaper and be the journalist everyone looked to to figure things out.
Annabel stared at Root as he obviously struggled to remember their previous encounter. But, just like that, he seemed to remember, and things got weird again.
"Sorry--a dragon? A Chinese Fireball?" Annabel's eyebrows furrowed at the thought. She certainly was never around to see someone be chased by a dragon, hell, she'd never even seen one! But--ohhh. It took Annabel a moment to start to understand what was going on. For some reason, he was referring to another person as a dragon. She really wasn't sure why he wouldn't just out and say the person's name, but whatever. She was starting to realize that this boy did things differently, and it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
"Um, yeah, I was fine, thank you. It's a good thing you were around, then, huh? And you're still alive today which means we all got out of there nice and safe..." Annabel replied, not quite sure why she was going along with this without protest.
She looked at her feet a moment, then back at Root before her. "I just hope you don't spend all your time getting chased by dragons. It's really, really kind of you to help others out but you have to take care of yourself too!" Annabel told him, smiling.
Post by Alexander Root on Jul 15, 2018 2:20:11 GMT
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life is full of little lies
and most of them are mine. there are things even my mind can't deny.
[attr="class","les"]
R
oot studied her for a moment, trying to decide whether or not she was attempting to steal his ideas or if she was genuinely curious. After all, who wouldn’t want to know about the extraordinary workings of Alexander Root? He remembered Cedric and then considered what his father would say for a moment before quickly shaking it away and hugging his notebook. He was afraid, but a little bit of information wouldn’t be too much he thought. She might be a Ravenclaw but even the most clever wouldn’t be able to figure everything out from a tiny bit of information.
“I – I record any encounters I think are significant. It’s a special notebook, you see? It looks normal, but its charmed so there’s as many pages as I need in it. I’ve got it all organized too, and a table of contents that automatically enters if I title a page.” He opened his notebook a bit and flipped through what seemed like a couple hundred pages to show her. “I figured it out myself. It’s pretty clever I think.” He seemed to be fairly proud of the accomplishment, though he couldn’t seem to figure out how to make it so only he could read the contents or anyone he showed. After all he would want to show some people what he was working on, like Cedric who was going to be watching him. That way he could know what to expect without him explaining it all to him and wasting all that time!
“Oh yeah, I run from dragons and spiders and centaurs and all sorts of creatures all the time. There was one time a Grindylow attacked me while I was in the bathroom! I nearly died from it… It was really scary.” He nods with a very proud grin. “Luckily one of my teachers came by and fought the Grindylows off and saved me!”
