‡ The Introduction

• The Introduction
  
• The Plot
  
• The Classes
  
• The Updates
  
• The Calendar
  

‡ The Plot

T he children of the conflicting heroes and enemies of the Second Wizarding War have had relatively normal lives. They've all heard the stories of their ancestors and can only dream of leading such adventerous lives. Voldemort is gone, most DeathEaters have vanished, and the wizarding world in general is at peace.

They now are going through their time at Hogwarts, riddling tales of their owns with each action. With new students, old rivralries, and fighting spirit to boot, it's time for them to find themselves and ever-lasting bonds with others.

‡ The Classes & Professors






‡ The Updates

- (8/25/09)- ROLE PLAY NOW OPEN TO POST!




‡ The Calendar

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"Blue... Purple... Green... rhinestone... Où c'est!?"

Bandannas were scattered across the floor of the Ravenclaw girl's dorm. Each one was a different color or design, some enchanted so the design would shift, or so it would seem to sparkle (even in the dark). As more flew through the air, landing among the scattered stack of the others that had already been discarded, the 16 year old girl's voice seemed to get even more frustrated, her French accent thickening. For some reason, she had started out her little search thinking it would be easy to find a specific bandanna in the trunk that held her rather vast collection- but, as she was beginning to realize, she was utterly mistaken. By the time that half of the cloth contents had the floor basically covered, she was ready to give up. It was only when she sat back, about to flick her wand so it could clean the mess for her, when she groaned.

"I'm so stupid." As if it were a wall, she thwacked her head a few times with her wand before sighing and flicking tipping it toward the mess. "Accio bandanna!" As if it had been waiting for her to say just that, a red-brown bandanna separated itself from the others, shooting straight into her hand. Hastily, she tied the soft square of fabric around her head, holding her curly, red hair out of the way of her face. The bandanna that she had worked so hard to find was enchanted to say in dancing, sparkling letters, "Beater Babe."

When all was said and done, she had to cast a second spell to clean up the res of the bandannas, but was on her way out of the dorm, finally. Down in the common room, it was almost as empty as the girls dorm had been. The hallways, though not much of an improvement, did happen to have a few students milling around. Sparrow pulled her robes around herself a little tighter, pressing her lips together as she silently cursed the cold weather and how horribly the castle kept it out, in some parts. It wasn't that hard to heat up a hall or two, was it? Perhaps it was.

With a sigh, Sparrow finally reached the Great Hall. Not much could be said for a December Friday like this one, besides that it made the Ravenclaw beater wish that her school robes were a little thicker. But that would just have to be something she would have to endure, she supposed.

((And yes, all the pictures are of the same girl (for once >.> ). Hehe. Figured I'd make a cool little layout for my posts XDD ))

Elle hurriedly pulled a brush through her hair, still in her scarlet and gold quidditch robes, having decided to get in as much practice as possible. In other words, she was showing off to her team, and showing the other houses what they were facing in Gryffindor's seeker. It hadn't been the smartest of idea's, considering it was cold and a bit windy, it had started snowing just before she saw what time it was. She changed quickly out of her slightly damp quidditch robes and into her warm, dry school uniform, the former thrown on her bed along side her goggles and gloves. She'd put them away later.

She had her pouch full of wizard money already around her neck, tucked underneath her shirt, just incase she forgot it later on in the day. Ella picked up her bag; a black backpack with gold and red stitching, her Quidditch number embroidered onto the front-most pocket, and an embroidered snitch, enchanted so that it would zoom around the straps of her bag. It wasn't extraordinarily heavy, she had her quills, her textbooks, some parchment, some ink in an unbreakable bottle, and other various bits and pieces.

She darted down towards the Great Hall, expecting to be be late, but was shocked to find that she was early. Ella tapped the watch on her wrist, frowning. 15 minutes fast. She made her way over towards the Gryffindor Table, having to pass by the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables. She couldn't help noticing a Slytherin sitting at the Ravenclaw table, and not only that, but was wearing a pair of... what were they called again? Headphones, that was it. What was he doing sitting at the wrong House Table, and wearing non-functioning muggle equipment?
Elle shrugged, taking her usual place with her house table. She just couldn't get some people.

Lily walked over to her vanity and brushed her hair thoroughly. She smoothly ran her fingers through it. Tangless.She smiled lightly and stoof up. Wrapped her robe around her body and walked into the stoney hallway. It wasn't over crowded, so it was fairly quiet. A few people stared at her and some waved. She ignored them. She walked into the cafeteria. It was filled with all the houses. She walked over to her own House Table. She sat there looking around.

Lily reviewed spells in her head over and over so she wouldn't forget them in case she forgot them. She tried to be an over-achiever, but wasn't very succesful at it.

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Not paying much attention to who she sat beside, Sparrow took her place among the Ravenclaws. The Griffindors and Slytherins flanked the long table, some of whom were glaring back and forth at each other. It made her feel quite pleased that her house didn't have to worry about such bitter rivalries. Such inconveniences would have probably made the thin sixth year lose her appetite completely- not the best of possibilities, especially if you were already as tiny as Sparrow was. But, small as she was, she had quite the appetite. Not long after she sat down, her plate was already topped with enough food for two or three. She'd been eating like that since she'd started playing quidditch, though she'd always had a fairly good metabolism. She had no complaints; being small made her faster, and she was quite strong, as well.

She was just digging into her breakfast, trying to ignore the cold by focusing on her sausage, when she saw who was sitting directly in front of her; a Slytherin. Her fork lingered by her mouth as she chewed, slower than usual. What was he doing? Why wasn't he acting like a Slytherin, who usually avoid almost every other house at all cost (because, of course, most of them could afford any cost, literally). Personally, the French Ravenclaw had nothing against Slytherins. It was just a little odd, to her.

Somehow, she found herself watching him, curious. She was never the type to thing ill of anyone, especially those she'd just met, and she never really meant to be rude- some of her old habit's from her 'perfect daughter' days just never wore off. And yet, though she didn't realize it, she found herself staring at the boy with her breakfast forgotten.

Chewing her lip, she kept wondering about him. "Je pourrais regretter ceci..." she muttered to herself before clearing her throat and speaking up in English. "You're a Sly'z'erin, yes? Most Sly'z'erins wouldn't be caught dead at any table but z'ere own... Nice 'eadphones, by z'ee way." A small smile crept onto her face as she lifted a single eyebrow at him, almost challenging him (but in a teasing way).

She wasn't bothering too much with her accent; at least, not this early. She hadn't even taken her ADHD medication, yet. In fact, she could hardly remember which pocket of her robes she'd put the small tablet in, that morning (or if she had at all). It was almost shocking that she could pay enough attention to notice the seventh year Slytherin across from her, in the first place. Most likely, it was the fact that it was so out of the ordinary to see that made her able to focus this much, so far. Maybe she could even keep it up.

Maybe.

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Sparrow's grin remained in place as she watched the boy, who apparently had trouble with matching voices to their owners. She had to bit her lip to suppress a small giggle. When he finally seemed to see her, she waited for him to respond, which took a little longer than it would have with most people. As he spoke, she took a small, slow sip of her coffee, enjoying it's warmth as she considered his words.

"You are quite right," She nodded when he was finished, putting down her coffee. "Green is not your your color. You would do better in some'z'ing warm." She smirked. "But z'ee hat usually knows best. per'aps it saw z'at you were cunning, or some'z'ing." She knew what he probably thought of the others in his house, and what they likely thought of him and everyone else. But she knew that there was always a reason for where everyone was placed, when it came to houses. And, despite his apparent disdain for the slithery house, she could kind of see why he'd been put there.

His other statement, though, made her pause, blinking for a moment in surprise. "A first year? Vraiment? But you must be at least sixteen or seventeen." She murmured,taking another sip of her coffee. "And I'm not small- or big, I guess. I'm, as z'ey say, 'fun sized.' Z'ere's a difference." She nodded, as if it were the most true thing in the world. "And it is z'at... I'm more fun."

Sparrow's smirk grew, again, as she chuckled. "Z'at's a good try, but most of z'ee time, Sly'z'erins just ignore anyone who isn't a Gryffindor... Unless it's a 'ufflepuff first year." she dropped her voice, leaning towards him as if it were some sort of secret. "Z'ose are free game for all. And as for z'ee insults... it's mostly just z'eir way of making z'emselves feel more important z'en z'ey are. Compensate for what z'ey have z'at's smaller by making z'ere egos bigger and heart smaller, by comparison."

Quickly, Sparrow reached into her pocket, as soon as she was finished talking, to pull out a tablet of her ADHD meds. She popped it swiftly into her mouth, taking a sip of coffee to wash it down. She smiled back at Haka apologetically, shrugging. "Have to take stuff for ADHD, in z'ee morning. Heh."

((It's fun typing the dialogue with an accent, lol. XDD))

[[It was fun to read, too xD I like how she said Slytherin, I'm not sure I wrote it xD]]

Lily turned to one of the girls from her History of Magic class.
"Yes?"Lily looked at the girl.
"Well, I was wondering if you knew anything about Snidgets?" The girl looked nonchalant about it,
"Which kind?"
"Golden,"
"Oh, yes, lots about them, they're the rarest, round, long, gold, red jewel shaped eyes, very good flyers, too! They almost became extinct from wizards, because thier eyes were so beautiful and prized, and the Snidget sancutaries are world wide, and instead of the golden snitch in Quidditch they used Golden Snidgets!"She smiled. The girl looked amazed.
"How can you remember that?"
"I study"The girl looked dumb founded and then turned away after she mumbled a thanks.
Lily did it again. She shrugged it off and continued eating.


(Yes, everything Lily said is true from Harry Potter books xD I'm such a nerd don't worry right now she looks like a Mary Sue, don't worry, she'll get worse