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Magic is Life: A Harry Potter Role Play
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| Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something, please |
[11 Mar 2006|01:09am] |
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The Leaving Feast was over, the speeches were said and students were now milling about on Hogwarts grounds, some already on the walk to Hogsmeade and the Hogwarts Express that would take them home. For the vast majority of the students, it was simply the end to another year. But for the class of 1998 it was the end of what was perhaps the most important part of their lives to date. Hogwarts was more than a school. It was a refuge, it was a place of bonding and friendship. It was a home, and now most of these students would scarcely enter it's halls ever again.
However, what Hogwarts takes from the student in terms of respect, effort, time, sweat and tears, it also gives, and it gives completely. Experience. Knowledge. Kinship. The very essence of magic. These students and this graduating class would take Hogwarts with them, for good or ill, for the rest of their days. That was the power of these old grounds, what was created by four friends over 1000 years ago: this eternal magic of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
And while that flighty temptress adventure awaited the students on their return, she would not avoid the graduating class. Indeed, they all knew that though their time at Hogwarts was over, their lives, the life of a witch or a wizard, would be far from pedestrian.
The black lake reflected the sun's bright rays as students took over the Hogwarts grounds on their way home, to say their good-byes and good lucks.
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[10 Mar 2006|07:32pm] |
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Who: Sylvie Fawcett, NPC Rubeus Hagrid, open at the end to anyone on Hogwarts grounds if they wanna jump in
When: Friday, July 10, 1998
Where: starting at Hagrid's hut
Why: Tying up one last loose end
( We'll both be here, and that's okay. )
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[07 Mar 2006|10:17am] |
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Who: Everybody! (well, unless you're dead or in prison or on the lam, I suppose - but not just students!)
When: Tuesday, July 7, 1998
Where: Out on the lawn, Hogwarts, Scotland
Why: To celebrate! (and make some money for the War victims)
I look around the clearing outside where everything's been set up with a small smile of satisfaction curling my lips. After all that stress, after our plans being disrupted because we all thought we were going to die, despite OWLs (which I hope, despite everything, I still managed to pass, at least, even if my marks aren't stellar), we still managed to get this off the ground. That takes some talent, I think.
First is the booth where Hagrid is standing, ready to take tours into the Forbidden Forest, and closer to the Pitch is the booth where you can sign up for the All-Star Quidditch matches (or simply pay your sickles to watch, if you haven't bought the one galleon for everything deal). Over on the other side of the clearing, closer to the castle, I see where the Kissing Booth is set up, and I see that at least Sylvie Fawcett is already sitting there (Lavender or Charlotte or Wayne may be, too, but I can't quite tell from where I'm standing at the moment), as well as the booth where the food (some of it homemade, some of it provided by the house-elves because we simply didn't have the time, nyah, Hermione!). There's a set up near the lake for the Merfolk concerts (there are three planned for various intervals today) and the booth where you can flash your wristband or give your ticket for the boat tour on the lake.
Then here in the middle of it all, where I'm standing at the moment, the carousel Lily's grandma managed to procure for us, what I feel is the tour de force.
Being one of those people that always does things fairly, I paid my galleon for an all day wristband already, though at the moment I'm still too busy looking at everything and making sure that it at least starts smoothly before having my own fun.
Notes to self: make sure Hermione doesn't find out about the house-elf food, try to get the concerts started on time, make sure the people at the Kissing Booth don't kill each other. Yup.
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| just a short rp! |
[20 Feb 2006|03:48am] |
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Who: Sally-Anne, Hestia, some NPCs
When: we'll make it erm...Sunday morning then (will fix if the timing ain't cool! hee!)
Where: some undisclosed location...might as well maintain that air of mystery Snape has always had, ya know! ;P
Why: just tying up some more loose ends
( She got up that morning early... )
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| Backdated RP |
[19 Feb 2006|12:30am] |
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[Who: Aja, Trimble, Takeshi]
[Where: Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts]
[When: During the end of the battle in Wales]
[Why: Tying up loose ends]
( Leave of absence )
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[13 Feb 2006|02:57pm] |
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[Who: Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson ]
[Where: Malfoy mansion in Wiltshire, to start]
[When: Backdated to the 11th, during the battle]
[Rated: R for language]
( Theodore was finished writing )
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[12 Feb 2006|06:03pm] |
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[Who: Harry Potter, Ministry Officials, Order of the Phoenix, anyone else]
[Where: Ministry of Magic]
[When: About 10-20 minutes after the Order meeting]
( Potter's Army )
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| Self-RP #1, hee! |
[12 Feb 2006|01:27pm] |
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Who: Whole big Fawcett Family
Where: Syl's house, Ottery St. Catchpole
When: Backdated to June 11, during the storm
Why: Why not?
( What a day for a birthday )
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[11 Feb 2006|05:28pm] |
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[Who: Harry Potter, Order of the Phoenix, anyone at #12 Grimmauld Place]
[When: During this]
[Where: #12 Grimmauld Place to start]
( Harry Potter will save us! )
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[11 Feb 2006|04:42pm] |
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[Who: Severus Snape.]
[When: Right after his escape]
[Where: Fidelius Charm prevents me from saying]
( You? The goat-man? )
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[11 Feb 2006|02:14am] |
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[Who: Severus Snape. Various Death Eaters]
[When: A good few hours into Le Storm]
[Where: Fidelius Charm prevents me from saying]
[Why: Cause he gotta.]
( The waiting is the hardest part )
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[08 Feb 2006|05:37pm] |
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The Daily Prophet
Extensive Coverage of the Coming End Storm.
( The News You Need to Know Before you Die )
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| Notice to Students of Hogwarts |
[08 Feb 2006|05:07pm] |
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NOTICE TO STUDENTS
After a meeting with the Board of Governors and the teachers of Hogwarts, we have come to a decision to close the school until further notice.
The Hogwarts Express will be arriving at Hogsmeade at 3:30pm to pick up all remaining students. Until then, please conduct yourself as befitting a student of this great school.
Times like these are unspeakably difficult. Please try to remember that most times a storm cloud is simply a storm cloud. Seek comfort in your friends and family, and do not allow fear to take control of you.
Safe journey and be well,
Professor Minerva McGonagall,
Headmistress, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
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[07 Feb 2006|11:16pm] |
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[Who: The Professors of Hogwarts]
[Where: Headmistress' Office]
[When: After Supper around... 8ish]
[Why: Uh.. cause students are dropping like flies?]
If the words being passed about on the journal network were disheartening, they were nothing compared to the actions of the students, especially the younger ones. Tears had taken over the day, cries of worrying that tore at Minerva's heart. Madam Pomfrey was getting so many students coming in with panic attacks, her stores on Calming Draughts had dwindled. Students were breaking rules everywhere, skipping classes and just lounging around, waiting for death.
Then there was the cases of fighting and harassment on both sides of the Muggleborn pure-blood divide. Especially with Slytherin House, Minerva had to insert herself to diffuse tensions that were getting dangerously close to completely boiling over.
The real problem were the students being pulled from the school. It seemed like every hour more were being pulled. It was getting so that there was little point in running the school as it was.
Minerva had already contacted the board of governors. There was nothing left but to go through this with the rest of the Professors as well. And so, she turned to all of them and looked at them all sternly.
"Well, you know what the situation is. What are your feelings?"
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| Announcement through the journal net and sent to the Prophet and other news agencies |
[06 Feb 2006|03:52pm] |
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Your Ministry has failed you. Utterly.
Your heroes have failed you. Miserably.
In my hands I now have the means to destroy what makes our world less than what it should be. Those who continue to bring in their Muggle influences into what should be a pristine and pure culture of magic will now have nowhere to turn. Nothing to look forward to, save death.
May 19th, 1998 is a day that will live in infamy, yet what I wrought on that day will pale in comparison to the coming storm. The carnage. The culling.
Every half-blood, Mudblood and Squib born in the last fifty years will perish.
There is no negotiation, no bargaining, and no hope. You now know my power. You know I am capable of this. The only thing left for you is to prepare.
Those who are worthy, those who will be spared my wrath must prepare for the coming of a new world. First Great Britain will be cleansed, and then the world.
It is coming, and it will come soon. Nothing can stop it. Prepare for death, and prepare for new life.
And it shall be done, for I am Lord Voldemort.
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[05 Feb 2006|06:43pm] |
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[Who: ???? ]
[When: Sunday night]
[Where: Number 12 Grimmauld Place]
( B&E )
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