imperturbatus

Near the gates to Hogsmeade

( Long post )

Hospital Wing

[As luck would have it, Shiraishi's father was stopped from taking his son away. Unfortunately there was no quick way of repairing his legs so he was forced to stay in the hospital wing. Which was fine with him, since at least he was still at Hogwarts. Miserable, but still there.]

(ooc: after this event things will start looking better for him, I promise.)

fireredspear

Great Hall, Morning OWL mail

[It's the Monday after the quidditch match, when he feels really well rested and recharged, if not a bit gloomy. He spent the Sunday in, doing relaxing stuff, like he always does the Sunday after a game, but usually until now, that also meant pleasant company and a little loving, but he ain't got that anymore, right? Time to move on.

Or so he thinks, right until the moment when the morning mail arrives. Unexpectedly, a letter lands right in front of him, making him blink twice, but when he inspects it, it's like a rope tightens around his heart. There is no sender on the envelope, but he's recognize that playful, quirky handwriting anywhere. He opens it carefully, his hands shaking just enough for the paper to tremble softly, as he starts reading.

And as he reads, several different emotions wash over him in quick succession. First there's a sense of relief, worry and relief again, as he reads the reasons, the explanation. Months he'd been agonizing over what he did wrong, whether it was something he said, that made her pack and leave, because what else could it possibly be? Family issues have not come to his mind and he kicks himself hard. Second there's apprehension as he reads further, because it seems there's something else, another reason he's receiving this letter. And lastly shock, when he reaches the last paragraph. Shock, combined with exaltation and at the same, despair.

Father. He's going to... father.

The joy the message brings him soars in his heart, only to be crushed by the despair of not being able to be there, possibly not even getting to know his child.

He takes another look at the envelope, because maybe there was a sender, he just missed to see it, but there is none. No trace of where the letter came from, nowhere to go, or even respond. The knowledge that she didn't even want to hear a reply crushes him. He has no way of reaching her, no way of telling her it all will be alright. All he can do is silently bear this knowledge.]

Through the day, anywhere (practice, office, elsewhere, hoops)

[The rest of the day is somewhat a blur. Barely something registers through the haze in his mind, or the emotional roller coaster he spends the day riding. During practice he's either unfocused, or snappy, in some moments unnecessary strict, at others unreasonably lenient. When there's nothing going on, he can be seen sitting somewhere, with his head between his hands. The second the day reaches it's end, he locks himself in his office and can't be seen for the rest of the evening.

Only those who visit the pitch at the late hours would find him, sitting in one of the hoops, balancing his weight on the thin ledge, bottle of whiskey in hand, from the broom parked right next to him a full basket of bottles hanging.]

((ooc: For reference, he's gotten this letter.

nymphofdomino

Library
[When Daphne wasn't planning classes or actually teaching them, she was always found in the library, looking through various books like they were going to give her the answers that she needed.

But as a slight sigh passed by her lips, she was more than a tiny bit aware that they really weren't. They weren't going to tell her where her parents could be before her sister ever considered attempting to look or them.

Placing the book back on the shelf, her eyes were just continuing to look over the books. Many a thought on her mind.]

Great hall
[The only other time that she wasn't doing other things, she would take the time to eat and just keep an eye of student that stay in the Great Hall. But as she took another bite of the food she currently had in front of her she couldn't help but look over at the other professors.

It was enough for her to consider asking a question.]

Excuse me> Can I ask a question?

blacklynx

Anywhere inside the castle

[You have found someone sleeping in a selected place. May it be on a window in an empty classroom, on top of a shelf in the library or even on those moving staircases, he seems to be napping quite contently.

The person is Ikuto, a fifth year Slytherin student, known to nap in different places. Usually in a places a cat would and sometimes accompanied by a cat.

He's especially sleepy because full moon is coming closer. Not that it's public information that he's a werewolf. That's why he at least pretends to be drowsy even on normal basis.

Well, that and he enjoys napping quite a bit. Especially when he can't hang out with Amu.]

kiramekiouji

Owlery

[It's a few days after the masquerade, when he spirits are finally gone, that Yogi visits the owlery, the letter, he spent the better part of the last three days writing, in hand, and stands in front of one of the school owls, hesitation written over his features. The spirits have disappeared, but a part of them has stayed, he thinks. It has been the morning after the masquerade, that he gathered his courage with Gareki's help and finally went to see the spirits that kept appearing to him and since then... Well, it had been a lot to digest, what they told him. But ultimately, they left more questions open than answered, which is why he's where he is now, wondering whether this is a good idea. He has the feeling once this can of worms is open, it won't close again. And he might end up hurting the only closest people to a family that he has. What to do?]

Common Room

[Coming to terms with who you are is never easy, especially if you have no idea about half the things you are, but after a few good talks with his friends and taking a step forward, he's starting to accept it. At least he's smiling and talking to people again, not just curled into the tiniest ball he could do, hiding in the farthest corner of the couch. And he's knitting again, his cat usually in his lap, or playing with the yarn, as Yogi works on the new cute scarf for one of his friends. Or all of them.]

Library

[With the classes back, Yogi finds spending his time, when he's not cuddling his cat, mostly in the library. It's his last year and his grades really need improving, before NEWTs come along (Hirato's words, not his), so there are times when Yogi can be seen in one of the sunny corners, slumped against a book, expression on his face borderline desperate. Why are books written always in such a complicated manner?!]

fireredspear

[Great Hall, morning, interactions can take place after / later the day]

[It's been about ten days, since he had found out about Sousuke's shoulder having been cursed by his own father, and so far things have been peaceful in that regard. He's not naive enough to believe they will stay like that for long, but at least Sousuke is now really getting better, so he truly can't complain.

The first sign of a drastic dive downhill comes that morning, when he's enjoying his breakfast, and a hot black tea, along with the Daily Prophet, when the owls start streaming in, carrying the morning post. First there's nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that would prophesize the dawning of the apocalypse, until a rather huge owl lands in front of him, presenting him with a red envelope.

He stares at it for a total of three seconds, before snorting loudly.]

No, really?

[There is but a single person, who could have sent something like this to him - fair, besides his mother, but he seriously can't think of anything that would have her angry enough at him right now, to do this - and he quickly untangles the smoking envelope from the leg of the poor creature, tearing it apart, doing his best to not look too amused.]

PROFESSOR HARADA!

It's coach, please.

[Sano quips, when the heavy voice, tinted with a distinct Japanese accent hollers, drawing the attention of the entire hall. Oh, he can barely wait for that rumor mill.]

AS I AM SURE, BASED ON OUR PREVIOUS CORRESPONDENCE, YOU ARE AWARE OF THE ISSUE, THAT PROMPTED THIS LETTER, I WILL CUT STRAIGHT TO THE CHASE. I AM SEVERELY DISAPPOINTED BY YOUR ACTIONS AGAINST MY SON.

Towards. The proper preposition is 'towards'.

SO FAR I HAVE THOUGHT VERY HIGHLY OF THE HOGWARTS PROFESSORS, BUT MY OPINION HAS DROPPED CONSIDERABLY, BY YOUR FAULT. YOU HAVE INVOLVED YOURSELF IN ISSUES, THAT ARE BEYOND YOUR COMPETENCE AND ABOVE YOUR JUDGEMENT, AND HAVE ALL BUT RUINED MY SON'S FUTURE. I HAVE SPENT MUCH TIME AND ENERGY INTO THE EFFORTS OF SECURING MY SON A GOOD FUTURE, AND I WILL NOT STAND SEEING IT GONE TO NAUGHT. I HOPE YOU ARE AWARE THAT THIS WILL HAVE REPERCUSSIONS. YOU WILL HEAR FROM ME.

SINCERELY,

YAMAZAKI-SAN

[The letter burns to ashes with the last cry, sending the hall into an eerie silence. Sano doesn't think it was ever this quiet in there, in the entire history of Hogwarts. Everyone, every single person is looking at him.

He tries very, very hard not to laugh.

In order to conceal his grin, he takes a big sip of his tea, giving maximum effort into controlling his breathing, so he doesn't snort the hot liquid right out. Ah, nothing like the feeling of getting under someone's skin, enough to receive a howler, to make your day. He's aware of the looks the headmistress is sending him and he knows he's five seconds away from getting his head bitten off, but he can live with that.

Bring it on, he thinks.]

So, you suppose I'll be looking for a new job soon?

[He asks no one in particular, smirk still too wide. Without any other word, he dusts the ashes off his newspaper, raises it, to hide his shaking shoulders and the all-too-amused expression on his face, and continues reading.]

olympic_shark

Anywhere

[Nowadays there's something disgustingly happy in the way Rin smiles and it's making everyone who knows him just a little worried. There's a perpetual toothy grin plastered on his face and as if that's not creepy enough, a happy bounce in his step.

But it's not like the SLytherin can help it. Life hasn't been this good since way back when his dad had still lived. He and Seth were making steady 'progress' in their relationship, his grades have improved, he felt like he had more time for himself and the cherry on the icing? Their room assignments got shuffled again and he ended up with Sousuke and Baldur was gone. Rock on! He still had to deal with Kaoru being... well, Kaoru. But seeing as how he had put hi room mate through enough trouble as well, he just viewed it as equivalent exchange.]

Slytherin dormitory and common room

[With more time to himself, Rin can be now more often seen relaxing on his favorite spots in the common room and dormitory, sitting on the windowsill, reading a book (which he'll promptly close and hide if anyone comes near, but it's not like he's reading anything cheesy and romantic, why do you ask?), or just staring into the soothing green waves of the lake, letting the water's cool depths soothe him, lost in thoughts, with a gentle smile on his face.]

happymelody

February 20th: Near the forest

[If you wander close enough to the forest you can find a mid-sizes Shiba Inu running around and jumping around, like he's chasing something. Well, he is chasing a bird, but it's all for practice, promise! If looked closely enough, you can notice that the dog has some red on his neck and partially on the back of his head too.

Yeah, it's actually Ittoki, practicing his animagus movements. He's trying to keep himself as away from people as he can so that he won't cause suspicion. No one is supposed to know he's an animagus after all!

If someone does notice him, he will jump into the nearby bush if he's fast enough.]

ouranhostking

Dinner in the great hall was not only early, but fairly short. Everyone had to be out of the hall by six so that preparations for the party could be made, and when everyone was allowed back in at the start of the party it had transformed entirely.

The large tables normally used for meals now lined two sides of the great hall, holding a great variety of finger foods, drinks, and desserts that would continuously refill throughout the night. The ceiling above still reflected the night sky, but along its edges and throughout the walls were balloons, ribbons, and flowers of vast variety, with the most numerous of the flowers being white, pink, and red roses. All of of the flowers seemed to be emitting just enough light to effectively illuminate the Great Hall, giving it a - for lack of better term - rosey feel. At one corner near where the staff table normally stood was a group of string instruments, charmed into playing a selection of classical dance music as soon as the first students not involved with set-up stepped into the hall.

That was when Tamaki Suoh, a sixth year student and primary organizer of the dance, appeared at the front of the hall, smiling wide and dressed in an ivory-white tuxedo. He waved his wand briefly before he spoke, his voice magically projected with a charm so that he could be heard above any din that might happen with everyone's arrival.

"Welcome, everyone! I'm pleased to present you with our Hogwarts Valentine's Dance, and I hope you enjoy your time here tonight! Feel free to eat, drink, dance, and be merry in a break from studies and winter cold! Also keep in mind the Dance King and Queen contest, which can be anonymously voted for by you, the students, for the final spotlight dance at midnight tonight, as well as a prize of house points to the winners! Now, let the party begin!"

Prompt 1: Desserts, Drinks, and Wallflowers
Perhaps you're taking a break, enjoying the spread, and watching the other students dancing at various paces in different styles on the floor. Maybe you don't intend to go out onto the floor at all, because the chairs at the sides of the hall are just too comfortable or because you don't want to look like that idiot on the left. You know the one. Either way, congregating at the hors d'oeuvres can be a perfectly acceptable way to pass the night.

Prompt 2: Shut up and Dance
It is a dance party, after all! Grab a partner, whether it's ballroom dancing or just doing your own thing! Granted, the latter might get you some funny looks, but who cares as long as you're having fun? The smell of flowers is quite invigorating, the stars of the enchanted ceiling are above, and there's nothing more important than you and whoever your partner is, whether you know them intimately or have only met them for the first time tonight.

Prompt 3: A Breath of Fresh Air
Maybe the party is a little overwhelming, and you need to step away further from the hall than just sitting near the walls. Although no one is really supposed to leave the dance area for an extended period, who will know if you decide to use the loo as an excuse to get away for a few minutes? Maybe you just want to be somewhere more private, either by yourself or with someone else. Be careful not to get caught though, or it might be detention for you!

Prompt 4: "Love" is in the air?
Uh oh! We have no idea who, but someone seems to have spiked one of the punch bowls with a love potion! This potion is scentless and tasteless, and because the punch bowl is huge (and ever refilling) the effects are, thankfully, greatly weakened in comparison to a normal love potion. This little bit of mischief might result in some of the student body (or even some of the faculty) being a little more openly affectionate than usual with the first person they meet for the night, so a little bit of caution might be necessary. At least it's not at full potency!

Prompt 5: A moment in time that lasts forever!
A professional photographer has been hired to take pictures of students throughout the night! Although it might not be the last memory of the school year, it could be a night you want to cherish forever even if it’s just in a photograph! Is a photo an embarrassing moment or a precious time captured on a special slip of paper?

Prompt 6: Write your own Love Story!
Come up with your own prompts and have a ball AT the ball!

OoC: A note, there will be separate threads for Dance King/Queen contest sign-ups, as well as a contest for best-dressed and an attendance register that will be used to award a door prize drawn by lottery! The prizes are as follows; 50 House Points to 1st place, 25 to 2nd place, and 10 to 3rd place in their respective contests, and a 20 galleon gift receipt for Honeydukes (courtesy of Tamaki pulling some strings with the owner) as a door prize!

There will be a thread below for students to vote on Dance King/Queen, and the best dressed will be decided by members of staff specifically. RNG will be used to determine the door prize. Alright, have fun guys!

A NOTE ABOUT DANCE KING/QUEEN: Although the titles are gendered, who can be entered into each category is not! A boy can be the queen, a girl can be the king, and any combination can happen. The only limitation is that there will be two winners selected from the entrants in the contest!

son_of_eve

FLYING! | Anywhere Outside | Early Morning

[Kotaro has been given permission from his super amazing, super talented, older brother and so he's learning to fly. He has a borrowed broom held eagerly between his fingers. He's suppose to wait for Sano but he knows how to take off from flying classes. He mounts his broom and kicks off hard.

He hovers for a few seconds before leaning forward and urging the broom to follow.

That's when everything went wrong. The broom bucks forward sailing high into the sky with Kotaro along for the ride. He screams, his cries falling further away as the broom flies with a mind of it's own. 50 feet up in the air and Kotaro's grip slips. He falls to the ground his screams echoing around the grounds as the earth approaches at a dangerous rate.]

CAKE! | Great Hall | Later That Day

[Kotaro wouldn't have died from the fall but he does get cake afterwards! Well, he asked for cake which is why he's sitting in the great hall with a fork clasp tightly in his hand. He digs into a large piece of chocolate cake with a wide smile on his lips.

His weakness is desert though he feels bad for upsetting everyone.

He hopes that he's not in trouble or that Jiro hasn't found out the exact details of what happened. He has a feeling that he's going to be yelled at but for now Cake is his main focus.]

fireredspear

A) Morning

[Morning is as usually filled with classes, or early training and has Sano yawning wide enough to get tears in his eyes, when he walks down the corridor to prepare the class before the students arrive. The morning air wakes him up pretty fast though and soon he's full with energy, all wide grins and loud, resonating voice with which he greets the first years.]

Ready folks? Let's do this!

[After the early clss there's breakfast in the Great Hall, which he enjoys with a nice black tea to warm him up, a filling food, the Daily Prophet, or a pleasant chat with a fellow teacher.]

B) Day

[The day is spent similar to the morning, with some afternoon classes, quidditch, or working in his office, trying to solve the Ravenclaw, or the recent Slytherin problem. Seriously, did Matsuoka HAVE TO get himself a month worth of detention? He wants to try and approach Daphne with it, to let the boy off at least for the training, but he doesn't think she'll be cooperative. She's way too strict.

If he's not working he can be usually seen in the hallways, or outside, chatting with one of his female colleagues, enjoying a little socialization.]

C) Evening

[With the peak of the Quidditch season, he sometimes works late into the night, thinking about schedules, tryouts, team rosters, private lessons and other stuff he needs to think about. It has been a while since he went out and had fun in Hogsmead, but he doesn't mind it much. After work, or maybe during a short break he can be seen taking walks outside, near the lake, or around the Quidditch Pitch. Sometimes he catches some late students doing self-practice, or meets Jiirou, or another late bird whom he chats up.

He knows he should be stricter, but he can't help himself be lenient about these late evening hours around curfew. The students had so much wor, they rarely had the time for themselves, or their private lives, so he usually lets them off easily, but makes a habit of escorting them to their room, so they don't get into trouble witht the other teachers.]

ginto

Prelude, The Lake, Late Night

( The Giant Squid is his least favourite thing to deal with now. )

Inside the Castle, An Hour Later

( At least he looks normal again. Kind of. )

olympic_shark

Anywhere

[Rin can't believe his luck. Two weeks ago he was cursing his fate and now he has been rewarded with this joy. With someone to hold, to kiss, to love. It's a complete 180 from two weeks ago and it shows in his mood. He's grinning and laughing everywhere he goes, feeling mischievous and in a good mood. Suddenly he's nice and practically beaming at everyone he talks to, probably leaving not a few people confused. He's almost skipping on his toes and his game is better than it had ever been and he has a newfound motivation in lessons. Except... his grades haven't maybe changed as much, like he doesn't learn as much as before, but anyone who has seen him with a certain white haired Ravenclaw student can probably guess he's got better things to do.]

Dark corner

[Except there's one catch. That whitehaired Ravenclaw was a boy. And though Rin tried not to promote it too much, he isn't hiding it either and answered honestly to everyone who asked. Yes, he and Seth were dating. Usually people were okay with this... But not always. Rin has long ago learned that what other people said, or thought is by no means important, but that didn't mean it couldn't hurt him... or worse. His usual reply to any form of discrimination is a flash of sharp teeth, a warning growl and a seethed 'Get lost', but some people are just really resilient to that. Especially the ones who may not be taller, but had twice as broad a chest as him.]

What you a pansy?

[Is what he would face at least thrice a week, pushed against a wall and surrounded, and that is still the better case. He'd fight back, but usually he's gravely outnumbered.]

Toiletts, yet again

[Since encounters like that begun to happen in quite the frequency, Rin started to carry some make up with himself to be able to cover up the bruises. Taking a trip to the nurse's office each time it happened would be like begging for the teachers to get mixed up in this and he doesn't want that.

Thus, usually after such an encounter, he can be see hurrying to the nearest rest room, covering a part of his face, or keeping his head down, hair falling into his face, concealing it. This heightens the risk of bumping into someone, of course, but if he does, he just hurries further, not wanting to deal with the various looks of pity, or contempt.

Once in front of the mirror he washes his face and dibs the marks gently with powder, staring at his reflection in the mirror with an angry look, tears shining in his eyes. But these tears he doesn't let fall. He keeps telling himself that they're not worth it, that this is the kind of situation that - as a certain friend would tell him - can be solved with punches, no need to loose precious fluids over it. But it still hurts. Hurts to be hated for who you were... Rin wonders what was so wrong about loving someone, but he can't find an answer, or a reason. So he just bites back the hurt and let's the anger contain in, as he quietly sneers at his reflection.]

fireredspear

QUIDDITCH PRACTICE OF ANY KIND

[The one thing that Sano liked about January was, that two months after the Quidditch season started, a lot more students started to take interest in it and gathered enough courge to be willing to try. Though sometimes it took a bit of convincing on his part, but if he knew he student wanted to play, he wouldn't give in. Sometimes people needed a little push. So it happens, that he's got some more private lessons than he anticipate, but that's all fine with him. He doesn't mind coaching young talents for future generations of his beloved sport. And even if the skill doesn't come natrally, all you needed was determination and discipline. There's no amount of talent that could measure up to hard work.

Of course he's still coaching the house teams as well, usually during the afternoon. Practice is ain full gear now, with the house cup up and running, the point piling up more rapidly than the coins in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. No matter the weather, Sano's up his broom and instructing the player almost every day now, sometimes even twice a day, yelling out various instructions as he's at it.

It's a wonder no one has found him slumped in his chair in the referee's room, trying to catch his breath yet. The amount of flying is slightly getting to him, but it's still bearable. He's more exhausted than he should be, but he's mostly okay. A few minutes of rest and a goodnight of sleep usually do the trick.]

TIME OFF

[The other thing Sano likes about January is the National Quidditch League. Being a former pro player he's got a free entry to all of his former team's games, along with anyone who's in his company and if he wants to, he can usually convince people to get him free tickets for other games as well. It's not unusual to find him up on a Saturday morning, dressed in his casual robes, heading out of the castle, towards Hogsmead, where he can apparate to whichever stadion the game's held at.

His colleagues and friends usually know what he's up to, since he tends to randomly invite them, in case they feel like seeing a game. He's alwayshappy for company and he won't let anyone, who wants to see a goood game, miss their opportunity. They either meet him up before heading to Hogsmead together, or outside of the village on a designated meeting point.]

varuga

Care of the Magical Creatures

Good day, class. I am proud of you all making it here despite cold weather. [Uro himself didn't mind the cold, but he knew a lot of people who didn't enjoy being out when it was freezing. There weren't even that many Magical Creatures who liked to be in the snow either.]

Today, we have a practical lesson. Everyone, please follow me. Be aware that some of these creatures might be a little on the edge due to cold... so please be careful around them.

[3rd years will meet Salamanders, 4th years have Unicorns (an adult and its foal), 5th years have Bowtruckles, and the 6th and 7th years get to all try flying a Hippogriff (as they did on their 3rd year, this is a small test to see if you still remember how to handle them).]

Around the Halls

[Between classes and after school was over, Uro mostly kept to himself. He wasn't such a fan of socializing with his colleagues and usually never spent time in the teacher's lounge if it wasn't necessary. He preferred to spent time observing the students and learning what kind of people they had here - maybe even if they would be useful for some mischief, one day.]

olympic_shark

A) SLYTERIN COMMON ROOM

[Rin lies huddled on the couch, his school cloak wrapped tightly around him, as he sleeps. Ever since Rin came back from Australia, he can barely sleep at night, lieing awake and trashing around. Nghtmare plaguing him are nothing new, but it's been a long time since he had bouts of insomnia during the night. During the day he's lifeless, eyes averted to the ground, never looking up, when he talks, or even when he's asked.

When he does find rest, usually during the late afternoon, or during the breaks between lessons, he dreams. He dreams about drowning and then about tigers, purring white tigers, that craddle him, like they want to protect him. Usually he startles awake, with a gasp, only to find himself even more exhausted and going back to sleep again, only to have the entire cycle repeat once more.]

B) SCHOOL GROUNDS, ANYWHERE

[During the day he can barely focus, falling almost asleep even during his favite lessons like Potions and Arithmancy. When he gets called out, he doesn't know the answer, but it doesn't even seem like he particulary cares. He just keeps gazing out of the window, or into the ground, with an unbelievable sad expression on his face.

He has lost his appetite and barely eats his meals, fork listlessly poking at the juicy steak - his favorite - as he keeps staring into the ground. Occassionally his gaze lifts up a little bit, only to take a glance at the neighbouring Ravenclaw table, to see if he can spot a glimpse of silver hair, but usually he quickly averts it again, as if in fear of being noticed.]

C) A PRIVATE CORNER, TOILETS

[Sometimes the feelings overwhelm Rin too much and that's when he excuses himself, only to run to the nearest restroom and hides in an empty stalls, to let his emotions a free go. He hates being weak like that, crying like a baby, but he can't help it. That's the worst part. It's been over half a month since he last talked to Seth and it's tearing him apart. It's obvious that the Ravenclaw has been avoiding him and it's so painful, that it feels like he's gonna die.

He's so stupid, so fucking stupid!

How could he have ever let that happen? How could he have ever done that? How could he have ver though that...

Rin wailesand sobs, hiding his face in his hands, mourning the loss of his friend. Seth surely hates him now. And it's all Rin's fault.]

angriff

Courtyard

[What a place to wake up in the middle of winter. Eren's wearing his normal military clothes (without his gear) but it's not the most convenient clothes for lying in the snow. Why is he lying in the snow? Well, that's just how he arrived to this placed, after being in his titan form in an entirely different place.

It hasn't quite struck him that he's there quite yet, since he's feeling fatigued. It had been one of the more intense practice runs with Hanji, so there's no mistake he's very tired.

... but damn it is cold. Why is it so cold all of a sudden? Was this a byproduct as well?]

evanesko

Finally the time has come for the school year to officially start. Hopefully those students who don’t seem to know a thing have caught up because now they’re going to have to follow along. Remember students, robes (uniforms) are required for class times at the very least. Oh, and do try to be prepared. Professors don’t exactly like it when students forget their supplies.

Here’s what’s going to go down in regards of these class time posts. There will be one a month for sure, but everyone is free to post their own threads in regards to classes and what not. These class time posts will be posted every 1st of the month (unless real life matters make it delayed because stuff happens). Rather than having many separate prompts to choose from, the easiest course of action would be to have the respective professors make a top level post with a description of the lessons.

Students are free to make their own top levels only if the particular class in question does not have a NPC professor in game. This is to ensure that the log stays fairly clean and organized. For the professors in game, there will be a particular thread for fellow professors to consult each other or just socialize.

So for the professors, just put your class as the subject and here are a few references for anyone who needs them:

Settings (More accurately, the class list)
Student Resources
OOC Resources

	Current Professors
Class	Professor	Username
Defense Against the Dark Arts (DADA)	Lightning Farron (AU)	savoring
Herbology	Flora	magicalflowers
Potions	Fai D. Flourite	behindthefakesmile
Transfiguration	Terra Branford	greenmagick

If there are any others that have not been listed, please let us know and we'll add them in.

Thread on and have some fun with it!

nymphofdomino

[Another school year was starting and Daphne was looking forward to being a teacher once again. A pile of books were set on her desk as she was preparing to get ready for Fourth year classes that she knew were her class for the day in the morning. As she walked to the front she decided to wait by the door and be ready to happily greet those that come in with a small smile on her face.]

Hello, welcome back to Hogwarts. I hope you had a good summer, but now we must get back to classes and study hard.

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EVENT: Valentine's Dance! February 13th

2nd Game!

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