Hogwarts

((going along with superfreak's timeskip here))

Alicia Desrosiers ~ Ravenclaw 6th year
Next morning

Alicia woke up a bit later than she usually did, the morning following. She lay curled up on her bed, blankets wrapped around her body. The large pillow that usually sat at the head of her bed was clutched tightly in her arms, her face buried in it. She had mumbled in her sleep throughout the night, though it was mostly muffled by the presence of the pillow. The awake students in the dorm paid her no mind, as usual. When she did finally wake, she pulled her face from the pillow and looked it over sleepily. "Hey... you're not Morgon!" She said indignantly. The pillow had no objections.
Breakfast went by as usual, however first period Divination seemed to crawl by at a maddening pace. Every second that ticked by seemed to take an enormous effort. Alicia stared blankly ahead, the professor's words passing through her without any effect. She was waving around a teacup for effect as she raved about fate and fortune-telling. Alicia vaguely wondered if her tea leaves were telling her that she was boring her students to death. All the Ravenclaw girl wanted was to be able to go to her next class, History of Magic...

Saturday; a few days later

On Saturday morning, Alicia's first thoughts were that she was very grateful for the free day. After all, no classes meant that perhaps she would get to spend some time with Morgon! She dressed in her favorite outfit- a white fitted button-down shirt and black pants. As she was pickng up some stray textbooks from her bed, left there from studying the night before, she noticed a tiny rolled-up piece of parchment, half-hidden by the sheets. She picked it up and recognized it rather quickly. She didn't want to have to deal with it, but she knew that she would have to read it eventually. It was a letter from her sister, Roxana. The message was short.
Don't forget.
was all it said.
Forget? Forget what? Alicia had no idea what it meant, but it was very unsettling. She grabbed her wand and gave it a short wave inthe same motion, and the letter turned to ash at her feet. Without giving it another thought, she shoved her wand into her pocket and strode out of the dorm.
Once she was in the familiar corridors of the school, she felt better, and her mind was allowed to drift to more pleasant thoughts. She made her way to the Gryffindor tower, pausing before the Fat Lady's portrait. "Need something, my dear?" The woman in the painting asked Alicia, but she shook her head as she leaned up against the wall. "No, just waiting for someone... but thank you." She replied, quietly bt cheerfully. She breathed a sigh. She waited for Morgon to wake up and come out.

The rest of Evelyn's weeks passed rather uneventful, she attended her classes, went to quidditch practise, chatted endlessly with her friends, you average week a Hogwarts, but now it was Saturday morning and she woke up with the biggest smile on her face. Jumping out of bed she hurried to her trunk and pulled out Oscar's present, she had spent ages choosing his gift having asked all of his friends what he liked or wanted but all of them had been utterly useless, giving her a simple shrug of their shoulders. Normally she was great at choosing gifts, Bobbi's was easy, but then again they were best friends and she had only really started speaking to Oscar a couple of days ago. However yesterday she had come across the perfect gift, it was a leather bound diary of one of the original aurors back when the MOM was first established, it was a bugger to get, yet luckily she had some influence at the Ministry even now, being a Lexington. Evelyn was sure he would love this gift, it outlined some of the earliest rebellions, hexes and how the Unforgivable curses became, well, unforgivable, all told by one of the originals. Being an aspiring Auror herself she would have been delighted to have been given this gift, she just hoped Oscar would feel the same.

Once the diary was wrapped she grabbed her robe and headed to the prefects bathroom to bathe before they all met at the Three Broom Sticks in Hogsmead and half an hour later she was back in her dorm. She left her hair loose, lightly curling the ends and applied some make up to the fashion at that moment, very glamorous and seductive, finally she looked at her dress options before settling on a knee length, long sleeved satin light blue gress bith black heels. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror and grabbed her black coat before hurrying off towards Bobbi's room. Bursting through the door she twirled as soon as she entered "So, how do I look?" she asked nervously.

Morgon White, 5th Year Gryffindor.

Next Morning
Morgon woke up that morning still dazed by the happiness he experienced last night. He kicked himself out of bed and made himself to his Potions class with his fellow friends. His modifications was to get to his History Of Magic class as soon as possible to meet up with Alicia. He made himself two bottles of lemispitte in Potions class, he had not a single clue what it was but he followed the instructions and was successful. Morgon made his way to History Of Magic and haden't pay attention to Professor Binns, he was enjoying the company of Alicia. After that he made himself go to Quidditch Practice and spent some time in the Library.

Weekend
Morgon was determined to wake up on Saturday, he had no classes and he was going to spend his time with Alicia. Morgon dressed himself up and combed his hair, his curl still popped infront of his forehead which became a frustrating thing long ago. He rushed passed the Gryffindor common room to head over to the Ravenclaw tower. Morgon swang the painting door and stopped by the presence of Alicia. ''Alicia? thought I was gonna come and get yo-'' Morgon stopped speaking, why did it matter? ''Nevermind, im glad to see you'' Morgon said with a delightfull smile. Morgon grabbed her by the hand and asked her ''What do you want to do today? We can head ourselves to Hogsmeade?'' Morgon suggested looking into her marble blue eyes. satisfaction was the thing that came to mind when he thought about the three broomsticks. Oh how much he wanted a cold cup of butterbeer.

ooc: Angelika Petrova & Au79, I'm carrying on at the same time, unless you guys want to pm the rest and move on to the weekend like the others so I can start my Hagrid hunt?

Leo gave a small smile but said nothing. He was waiting on Tom. his eyes turned to Roxy who alternatively watched him and Pyro, her gaze like that of a cat in silent appraisal. However, she said nothing either. By Tom's invitation Pyro had joined them, which meant he had business to attend to, one way or another.

Alicia Desrosiers ~ 6th year Ravenclaw

"Hogsmeade it is!" Alicia said cheerfully, the smile that graced her countenance whenever in Morgon's presence came to her now. "Let's go." As they walked through the corridors and out into the morning sunlight, she was nearly in a daze, reveling in the feeling of him holding her hand. It was wonderful, almost like a dream.
They came into the Three Broomsticks and ordered themselves two butterbeers, and then found themselves a seat. It was a cozy little corner booth seat. Alicia scooted over and snuggled up next to Morgon, laying her head on his shoulder. She vaguely remembered the last time she had come to this place was a year ago or so, and there was another couple sitting in the seat she and Morgon currently occupied- that couple had spent their entire stay snogging as their butterbeer got warm. The thought made Alicia suddenly slightly uncomfortable, and her cheeks reddened. "Hey, Morgon," She began innocently, turning to look at him. Without saying another word, she leaned in close to him, their noses nearly touching. Gently she blew a breath upward, pushing his little stray curl to the side. "There, all better!" She smiled playfully.

Morgon White, 5th Year Gryffindor.

'"Hogsmeade it is!''She said cheerfully, they made there way to Hogsmeade and stopped into The Three Broomsticks. They ordered two cups of butterbeer and found a table in the back. The place looked crowded, it always looks crowded in the weekends Morgon answered to himself. Alicia rested her head on his shoulder and Morgon couldn't help but smile. This girl was just absolute amazing Morgon thought to himself. She placed her head foward, their noses almost touching and she gently blew on his forehead and it pushed his stray curl to the side. ''There, all better!'' She said with a playful tone. His frustrating mood about his curl became lighten when she blew it to the side. Morgon rested his arm around her and drank some of the cold cup of his butterbeer. ''Morgon!'' A voice shouted, it was Jacob who was along with David. They nealed right along the table and Jacob spoke, ''Should of seen what happen in potions class! Someone pulled a prank on this girl name Myrtle, her face larged up as a balloon! Poor girl, she ran out crying..'' Jacob added. ''Myrtle, isn't she from Ravenclaw?'' Morgon asked in a questioning tone he turned to Alicia for an answer. Myrtle Morgon thought. An extremely senstive girl but a kind one at that, she would always be crying in the girls washroom. He was sure he knew who she was but he just couldn't remember what house she was in. He had seen her a couple of times in the library. The only time Morgon interacted with Myrtle was when she was getting bullied by Olivia Moon.

Alicia Desrosiers ~ 6th year Ravenclaw

Alicia frowned. "Oh, poor Myrtle..." She lamented softly. Myrtle was a fellow Ravenclaw, though Alicia did not know her terribly well personally. Both of them were far too shy to even begin a conversation together. Still, she had seen many a time in class when other students would take it upon themselves to do their best to make her time at Hogwarts
miserable. And why? Alicia could never figure it out. Myrtle had become a favorite target of the more spiteful students. She never tried to defend herself, and she always seemed to end up running out of the room crying. Alicia wished she could do something about it, but the other students didn't have any respect for her, either. They would only subject her to the same treatment, and that wouldn't get anyone anywhere.
"Myrtle is a Ravenclaw, like me." Alicia said solemnly. "In class, she has always been a target of the bullies. I can't understand why. They seem to enjoy trying to make her cry; it's terrible." She shook her head slowly, her stormy blue-grey eyes cast down to her feet. "Was she alright? She wasn't hurt or anything, was she? I just wish I could do something about it..." The Ravenclaw girl bit her lip, her long white-blonde bangs falling forward and in her eyes a bit. Ever since she was very young, Alicia had never been an outspoken child. She didn't know how to defend anyone, though she desperately wished she did. Maybe then Myrtle wouldn't be so miserable. Though she wasn't a sixth-year, she was still an upperclassman, and therefore it was her duty to help the other members of her house. She looked up at David and Jacob, awaiting an answer as to Myrtle's condition.

Morgon White, 5th Year Gryffindor.

''Yeah she's fine, she was sent to the hospital wing but shes fine now..'' Jacob responded. ''Poor Myrtle..'' Morgon added, Myrtle would always be getting bullied for no certain reason. She would end up found in the washroom crying. She is extremely sensitive, one wrong word and she would blow up on you. ''Well Morgon I have to tell you something..'' Jacob said lightly, Morgon titled his head foward wanting to hear what Jacob would say. ''Dumblodore is going to be setting up the Dueling Club once again!'' Jacob said with a cheerful smile. Morgon loved the Dueling Club, it was a chance to test out his new spells. He was an extremely good Duelist , he beat a list of kids last year including Jacob. ''Brilliant! sure your signing up this year aren't you Jacob?'' Morgon asked with a smile, he knew he was pushing his buttons but both were very competitive. ''Of course I am!'' Jacob said loudly, ''Good'' Morgon laughed.

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((*ressurects RP* :D))

Alicia Desrosiers ~ Ravenclaw 6th year

Alicia giggled lightly as the guys discussed dueling club. She was a fairly decent duelist, at least, from her experience in class, though she didn't have much interest in doing it as a hobby. She might come to watch sometime, though, she considered- to cheer them on. "I'm not very good at dueling..." Alicia said softly, smiling, and modest as always. "But maybe I'll come and watch. I'm sure it would be very entertaining, especially with you two..." She couldn't help but grin. "Trying to blow each other's noses off!" To emphasize this point, she playfully poked Morgon's nose. "Just don't kill each other or anything. Because if you die... I'll kill you both." She said with mock seriousness, though it was belied by her eyes shining merrily. Then she quickly broke down laughing. It felt good to be able to joke around and laugh without worry- that was something that being with Morgon had brought out in Alicia, her lighthearted side. It was such a rare thing to see, it was almost unreal. But, she was very happy to feel this way. It was a welcome sort of unreal. "Um, do you want to sit down?" Alicia offered to Jacob and David- she felt bad, having them kneeling there on the ground.

Maria Ellis-Fourth Year Gryffindor

My heart skipped a beat as I walked into the Great Hall. I sat down on the edge of the bench happily. A few other fourth years stared at me, wondering why my expression was such an odd mixture of glee and surprise. I set down my books, and began eating a piece of chicken for supper. I had found an amazing room. One that everyone would envy had they seen it. It was something I had overheard Dumbledore mention on my first day as a fourth year. It was called the Room of Requirement. I wasn't trying to find it. It just sort of appeared.

"Stop following me, you little weasel." I shrieked over my shoulder at Eddie McDibbs who had been chasing me around the whole school, trying to jinx me.

I skidded to a halt, as I almost passed a small door, that held a room where I could easily study in silence.

I ducked in and slammed the door just as Eddie was rounding the corner. I thought for sure that he would barge in at any moment, but I was left alone, and I was able to study for an hour in complete silence.


As I ate my chicken, I looked around for another lonely soul to talk to.