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Chloe Hartzel

"If I throw a stick, will you leave?"

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a character in “Gaol Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry”, as played by Not that awesome

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Chloé Hartzel





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M A R I N A & T H E D I A M O N D S / T H E O U T S I D E R

{"Feeling like a loser, feeling like a bum

Sitting on the outside observing the fun

Don't get on my bad side, I can work a gun

Hop into the backseat baby...

I'll show you some fun"
}





| Age |
17

| Birth Country |
The great ol'... UK. Her whole family uprooted and moved to the US after death eaters were beginning to get prosecuted. She was born in Oxford in the UK, and was supposed to go to Hogwarts. She has made the conclusion that she would've liked Hogwarts better. Her family are actually orginally from northern france, though.

| Year |
7th Year

| House |
Ursus

| Wand |
A twelve inch mahogany wand with dragon heartstring as the core.

| Patronus |
A squirrel. Not very impressive, but what can you do.

| Familiar |
A Kneazle/cat hybrid by the name of Socrates or "Socky". At the time when she bought him, she was not informed that he was part Kneazle. He's a handful- highly intelligent, independent, aggressive and selective with who he likes. He's a good cat at heart, but can be slightly hostile around those he deems unworthy. He's an extremely large cat, with a thick layer of dark grey fluff covering him and a short muzzled face. He has heterochromia- one eye is a pale almost grape-like green and the other is a clear, bright blue.





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{These people are really weird

And they're giving me the fear

Just because you know my name...

Doesn't mean you know my game
}





| Personality |
I stare at the girl from across the hall - the girl that everyone hates. There is no mistaking her even in a crowd full of people. Her hands always cover his ears. Nobody knows why, and nobody dares to ask about it anymore. She catches me staring at her, and uncovers her ears to glower at me as if shooting me one last warning before she stalked over here to teach me a lesson like she always did. Even from a distance she appears as tall as a skyscraper (she’s five foot three, but it’s the way she carries herself)

She shoves me into a wall with a blast from her wand. My lungs freeze from the shock and my head snaps backward. The pain isn’t as severe as I thought it would be - perhaps there is not enough rage to channel into her attacks. That is one thing about Chloe that stands out. How a kid her age could bottle up so much fire and anger is completely out of my understanding. The kid is just never happy, and the reason why escapes me. At school you will always see her with a frown or a scowl usually sitting alone near the back of the classroom.

I hear her cursing outside. No surprise there - the kid has a loud mouth. She is never too timid to express her thoughts or opinions, even if they’re harsh. Blunt is the adjective I’m looking for. Yes, she is extremely blunt. When silence lingers in the air I cautiously peek over the edge of the hedge and spot her with her back toward me, hands covering her ears once again. That’s another peculiar thing about her. Why does she constantly cover his ears and whisper to herself? Don’t ask me. And don’t ask her, either - she will misinterpret the question and believe that you’re insulting her. She doesn’t take insults very lightly. In fact, I think she’s a bit sensitive to insults - probably why she overreacts to the point that she she does. The bullied becomes a bully himself. So it goes.

If there is one good trait in Chloe - just one - I'd have to say that it's her intelligence. I’ve seen the girl in class enough to know that she is one of the smartest I’ve ever met. She’s sly and cunning too, though, so she’s a triple threat. Some people think that she feels nothing at all, but to me that is a lie because it is impossible for a human being not to have feelings. I think she has feelings somewhere. Anger counts as a feeling, right? So there. Point proven.





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{People are connecting

Don't know what to say

I'm good at protecting...

What they want to take
}





| History |
Many know of the purebloood society and the negative connotations the members held. They were Death Eaters, the lot of them (at least that's what she hears spat behind her back when they think she can't hear.) . It was always about blood and the cleanliness of the Wizarding World. Keeping the best of the best at the top. But often forgotten were the high standards and the social expectations each family pressured for their children to pursue. Something Chloe knew far too well. For in the Hartzel household there were rules. Thou shall not associate with muggleborn scum and blood traitors alike. Thou shall conduct thyself in an honorable fashion and uphold the family name.

Even after they had left the United Kingdom, Chloe has always felt an odd connection to Lord Voldemort. She exalts the Dark Lord because he is the manifestation of everything that she believes, but theirs is a twisted connection born of hatred. She can feel him pumping through her blood when she attacks someone, and sometimes she can hear his whispers to tell her to do something. When she talks of him, the others look at her as if she was crazy. No one really talks about him any more.

What really started her bullying rampage was her brother. Every child has their little fears, that monster under the bed that keeps them up at night. But Chloe’s fears weren’t tucked away under the darkness beneath his bed. No. Her monster lived at the other end of the hall. Someone she'd been forced to call a brother. Even when they were little Dougal had been nothing but a terror, attracted to the power he would hold over the girl, of the pain he could inflict. And for years Chloe had had to suffer through it, grit her teeth and squeeze her eyes shut tight, begging for it all to go away. If she could make it through just one more hex or one more insult then maybe she’d be okay. Maybe that monster might finally back off and she’d be free.

But that patience of hers could only wear so thin before she’d be pushed too far. Snap! One day had proven to be too much, the words and the painful magic doing him in. Never in her life had Chloe dared to retaliate, too frightened by what big bad brother would have in store. Too frightened by the price she would have to pay, the price she did pay. e could still remember the vicious sting of the curse, the dark magic that scarred her body and gifted her a mark to last forever. A slash across his back. A sign to show the consequences of fighting against superiors. From that day on, Chloe didn't take shit from nobody. She didn't want that happening again.

| Likes |
running // muggle electronics // water // the cold // winter // silence

| Dislikes |
people // being disturbed // condescending people // boredom

| Password | *COUGH* specialis revelio *COUGH*

So begins...

Chloe Hartzel's Story

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He'd been dormant for a while, but soon enough the fire would enter her throat and the serpentine whispers would echo through her her ears. She was his body- acting on the Lord's accord. He was dead long ago, but now he was part of Chloe, somehow. As the clock ticked by, his demands grew until Chloe was attacking people at random, seemingly out of nowhere. He was the cords that binded her to herself.

Picking up a book and tracing embossed writing with her finger, she sighed. She'd already got the books, and was now killing time. The book shop here was great. Whilst nothing compared to Gaol's lavish building with its rooms that seemed to stretch on and on, and with is shelves upon shelves that stacked twice as high as she was tall, it housed all of her personal favourite pieces of writing dating back decades. through the wooden shelves she walked, keeping quiet, like the books were all slumbering live beings. With gentle hands she would pry them from their sleep and delicately wake them, casting her eyes over every little secret world they held and absorbing everything their pages concealed.

Hello.

The voice was emotionless and laced with venom. She cupped her hands over her ears once again as she had done many a time before, breaking the silence.

"Your requests, my Lord?"

Heart beating through her chest, her whisper became quieter.

Just saying my hello, Chloe. I am not a rude man.

She exhaled in relief, placing the book back on the shelf before making her way down to the door. Something was obstructing her way, though. It was sloth and his sister.

"Move out of the effing way sloth." She hissed, the same venom in her words as the Lord had used.

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Character Portrait: Liam Madsen Character Portrait: Chloe Hartzel Character Portrait: Eden Madsen Character Portrait: Claudia Gardner Character Portrait: Flavia Gardner
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"Claudia? Can you tell us about Gaol again? Pleeeeeease?" Claudia closed her eyes, slightly annoyed by the ever present nagging from her sisters, Darcy and Flavia. They had come to stay in Rhiamon Road for a few days, like they normally did. It was their final day here, and today the ship was leaving to Gaol. She looked to the floor, keeping her mouth firmly shut as she walked through the streets, just behind her mother and father. She wore Muggle clothes, for the sake of it. She felt more comfortable in them than whatever her parents deemed acceptable to be seen in. Today she wore her black skinny jeans, and a black top, made of a floaty material at the bottom and on her sleeves. The top reached her mid thighs. Her shoes were her school shoes, and she wore white socks with them. It wasn't flattering on her figure, but she felt comfortable in it, and that's what mattered to her.

"Claudia? Can you take Flavia to get a wand? She needs that and a few books which we couldn't get at home." Claudia's mother told her. Claudia closed her eyes, and held them closed for a few seconds. She didn't want to at all, but Liam's parents owned the bookshop, and maybe she'd see him there. Her stomach flipped involuntarily and she blushed slightly. Unfortunately, Flavia seemed to pick up on this, and giggled. Claudia met this with a death glare and Flavia sighed. "Alright, Mother." She finally spoke, but very quietly, as if she was not even trying to speak, which she wasn't. She was next to the bookshop, and looked in to see Liam and a girl she assumed was Eden. Flavia grinned, and then Claudia turned to see...Oh no. It was Chloe. Claudia closed her eyes, shaking her hair gently. "Come on. And be quiet." She hissed at her sister, before pushing open the door to the bookshop. She caught the end of Chloe's words. "...-ing way sloth." She seemed to hiss. Claudia walking in slowly and closed the door. She wasn't one for conflict. She looked at Liam and shrugged, before gently pushing Flavia's shoulder around Chloe, hoping she would take no notice of them both.



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It was totally not fair.
Claudia would talk and talk about Gaol at home, when they were alone. But now they were out and about she never opened her mouth. Flavia desperately wanted to hear about Gaol, what it would be like, and all that. Darcy tugged on her hand as they walked through Rhiamon Way. Flavia liked her little sister, she was loud and bubbly like she was, except smaller.
Flavia played with the hem of her shirt. She was wearing a long sleeved top today, paired with a pleated skirt that was checkered. Stockings that reached just above her knees decorated her legs, and tiny black shoes accented the stockings and completed her outfit. She loved wearing this clothing combination, and was relishing in the fact that it was her last day that she could wear this, and tomorrow she would be wearing Gaol's school uniform. She smiled to herself at this fact and skipped along the street, hair bouncing.
Flavia's mother then asked her sister to take her to the book shop and to the wandmakers. Flavia's heart did a little flip in excitement. She couldn't wait to get her own wand! She already had Fizz, her cat, who she had bonded with and loved. And now her own wand! She let go of Darcy's hand, who ran back to their parents, probably go go to the sweet shop and buy something to take home. Flavia walked after Claudia, trying not to annoy her. Claudia was already annoyed, from the way she closed her eyes for a few seconds, it was obvious. They walked up to the book shop, and Flavia saw a couple of people about Claudia's age, and a girl about her age. Flavia grinned at her, and waved cheerfully.
Flavia didn't catch what the older girl said, but she assumed it was rude. She kept quiet, which was strange, but she knew that this wasn't really the best time to speak up. She soon felt Claudia's hand on her shoulder, giving her a slight push, but Flavia didn't really want to move. She struggled as she was pushed around Chloe, and it was obvious that Claudia didn't want to be noticed. Flavia tried to catch the younger girl's eye again, by smiling cheerfully at her.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Liam Madsen Character Portrait: Eric Lee Greene Character Portrait: Chloe Hartzel Character Portrait: Eden Madsen Character Portrait: Claudia Gardner
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Eric hopped over the railing separating the port from the main street in Rhiamon Way, a wide grin across his face. It was a beautiful day, just the right temperature, even for an autumn day in New York. He was definitely far away from the farm back in Kansas, but this trip back to Gaol was long overdue. He had had a good time back home with the family but Eric was ready to return for his final year at school. Silently singing a song he had stuck in his head, Eric headed directly to the book shop owned by Liam's family. He had spoken to his best friend a few times over the summer, telling one another about their expectations for the coming year, but Eric had not seen Liam since they had shared a compartment of the same ship Eric had just gotten off, not 4 months ago.

Eric had already gotten all of his supplies earlier in the holidays. For him, because there were no magical communities within a reasonable distance from his home, Eric had to order his supplies via the owl post. It sucked because he'd much rather go and purchase his supplies in person, where he could browse the wide variety of magical stuff, such as what he was seeing behind the dusty windows of the many shops he was passing in Rhiamon Way. Thinking about it for a moment, Eric supposed he could've just waited until now to buy all of his supplies for school, but he reminded himself that he was on a limited time schedule before the ship made its final departure to the Academy.

Passing The Molding Tankard, Rhiamon Way's most popular inn, Eric approached the front of the book store, and to his displeasure, he heard a familiar drawling voice from just within.

"Move out of the effing way sloth."


Eric found himself immediately gritting his teeth. There was only one person he knew of who called anyone a sloth, and it was Chloe Hartzel, a fellow 7th year in Ursus. It was no secret he and this girl weren't exactly the best of friends, given their seemingly opposite personalities. Rounding the doorway, he nearly ran into none other than Liam and his little sister, Eden perched on his shoulders. Instinctively, he made for a "Hey!" to the pair, accompanied by a toothy smile, but he was distracted by another, less friendly face behind the pair. His ears not having deceived him, it was Chloe with that famous scowl plastered on her face. Her disrespect had distracted Eric from even seeing another friend of his, Claudia who was able to sneak past the cluster of people in the doorway. Not greeting Liam, nor giving him an opportunity to respond to Chloe, he pushed past him so that he stood in front of the girl, his eyes narrowed down at her as he spoke.

"Yeah, well why don't you move back to the UK? It's your last year, right? Might as well make it count and enroll into a school where you aren't inflictin' your misery on everyone who comes within 5 feet of you."

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"Yeah, well why don't you move back to the UK? It's your last year, right? Might as well make it count and enroll into a school where you aren't inflictin' your misery on everyone who comes within 5 feet of you."

It was Eric, a fucking do-gooder in Aquila or something. One of the many people the girl hated, she almost rolled her eyes at the sight of him.

Clenching her fists, Chloe could feel the Lord coursing through her blood, her muscles twitching just like he had intended. The Lord was the puppet master, and Chloe was a thing of rags and wool. He was taking over her body. This hadn’t really happened before as he would usually take up a small part of her, as it was their agreement. It was the agreement, right? Well he apparently was not so good at sticking to agreements.

”Well why don’t you go back to your fucking pig-sty, farmboy? I’d rather go to Hogwarts- there would be no imbeciles like you. ”

Just at that very moment, Chloe Hartzel felt like punching Eric. It was a split-second decision crafted of pure fantasy, but the Lord had heard.

Do it.

The voice was stronger now- more demanding- it was more of an order than a suggestion, she sensed.

”My Lord, I can’t do it in front of everyone”

She whispered quickly and placed her hands over her ears, trying desperately for them to not hear.

Do it!

He roared, and she could feel herself losing control of her body cell by cell as her fist collided with Eric’s jaw. A shock of adrenaline shot through her body as she pushed open the door of the book shop and sprinted away.
She knew she shouldn’t have done it in broad daylight- the teachers could have seen.

Good, Chloe. Good.

Resting her head against a stone wall, she let out a breath. It wasn’t so much the violence that bothered her- the feeling of sheer helplessness, like she really could not control her own body. Pressing her back against the wall, she sighed once more. At least she’d got the sloth to move.

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Character Portrait: Liam Madsen Character Portrait: Eric Lee Greene Character Portrait: Aurora Nickson Character Portrait: Chloe Hartzel Character Portrait: Eden Madsen Character Portrait: Claudia Gardner Character Portrait: Flavia Gardner
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Aurora skipped down the crowded streets of Rhiamon Way, Dylan flying slightly behind her as she squeezed past the random witches and wizards that filled the Main Street. It was her final year at Gaol and she was taking her last trip into Rhiamon way for school supplies as well as a few other interesting items that she might uses during the school year that weren't strictly legal.

Glancing down at the sheet of paper which held her list of items she needed to acquire by the end of the day, the main 3 shops that popped up first was a small potion shop hidden down one of Rhiamon Way's many Alley ways; Another was the fact that she needed a knew broom and had been saving up so has he would be able to buy the best in the market right now; her final destination was the book shop owned by Liam and his family. If she remembered correctly, than Eden would be finally going to school this year and it would be nice to see the young girl again before school started.

Placing her fingers to her lips, she let of a shrill whistle that caused a few animals and wizards with unnaturally high hearing to look her way as Dylan came flying in her direction and took a seat upon her shoulder as she made her way to "Prissy Potty's Peculiar Potions." Which lay hidden in one of the many impossible windy backstreets.

The shop was small and almost dark, filled with weird and intoxicating smells which chocked you as you entered. A bell went off it the distance, signalling Auroras arrival as she made her way towards the abandoned counter. She didn't glance at the weird and brightly colored ingredients and potions that covered the walls of the shop as she had been there many times before. Pressing the bell on the counter three times, she slipped round behind it before making her way into a back room covered by a curtain of bead.

"Hay Pot! I'm here for the ingredients for the divination enhancement potions I ordered, and I was also wondering is the crystal tube necklace had come yet?" She yelled into the dark room before waiting patiently for a small, almost fairy like creature to appear before her carrying the necklace in her hands, and a bag of items floating in the air behind her.

"Here you go dear. It's your last year if Gaol, your sending it off with a bang is supposed?" Pot inquired mischievously as she handed over Auroras requested items. "Pretty much. Now I must be off as I have a few more things to get before I head back to Gaol." She laughed to the fairy before waving as she turned to leave back the way she came.

Exiting the shop, the bells jingled again but were lost in the noise of distant crowds. Her next destination was the Broom shop on Main Street which was quite far from here. It would probably be easier to stop by the book shop and invite Eden to come broom shopping with her. No doubt the girl would love that.

Making her mind up, she followed the well walked path that would take her towards the family owned store that she had visited so many times over the years. It would be good to see the family again after the summer seeing as she hadn't really been in contact with any one much due to her parents.

Walking around a corner, she saw the shop come into views as well as the faces of a few familiar class mates. Seems she wasn't the only one who had thought to stop by the Madsen's household. Entering the shop as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb anyone and lose any possible chance at surprise attacking them, she was greeted with the words, "Yeah, well why don't you move back to the UK? It's your last year, right? Might as well make it count and enroll into a school where you aren't inflictin' your misery on everyone who comes within 5 feet of you." which came from Eric aimed at Chloe... Chloe!? Oh today was just getting better and better!

She grinned evilly, and completely ignoring the tense atmosphere she prepared herself to jump into the room and hug the girl to see if she could get a decent reaction before she head the sound of flesh hitting flesh, feeling Chloe suddenly push past her as she ran out the shop. Pausing to glance after the unfriendly girl, she entered the room and sent a frown at Eric who now had a red cheek.

Smiling at the room inhabitants, she walked over to Eric and gave him a quick hug before patting his red cheek slightly and grinning at him, "Want me to kiss it better?" She joked out before he was released and she moved onto Liam and Eden. Seeing as she couldn't really hug the girl as she was perched upon Liam's shoulders, Aurora settled for a happy wave and a look towards them both that said, "When I can hug you both, I will. Be warmed.". Looking over at Claudia she sent her a grin before stopping down and hugging Flavia who she had met a couple of years back and had grown to like quite well.

"So we seem to have two first years in our midst guys, let's not give them a bad impression by fighting it out." She commented jokingly, sending a pointed look at Eric though she doubted he was the main cause of the problem and was simply teasing him, "Don't mind Chloe you hear, she's just a little misunderstood." She commented with a straigh face to the two young girls though there was an amused twinkle in her eyes.

"So, I'm heading over to the broom shop on Main Street if any of you two lovely ladies would do me the greatest pleasure of your company!" She grinned at the two girls, waiting for their response as Dylan began to try and crawl up her face which distracted her for a few moments as she tried to disentangle his claws from her face. "Oh and Liam I was wondering if you store had the latest release of Cassandra Vablatsky book, "Unfogging the Future", which is a release in England that has only recently been published here. Surprise as it's quite a few years old but apparently it's pretty good." She commented off hand, pulling at the small bats body which refused to let go of her hair now that it had managed to pull itself onto her head.

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Character Portrait: Liam Madsen Character Portrait: Eric Lee Greene Character Portrait: Aurora Nickson Character Portrait: Gemma Jackson Character Portrait: Chloe Hartzel Character Portrait: Eden Madsen Character Portrait: Jim Malloy Character Portrait: Claudia Gardner Character Portrait: Flavia Gardner
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Jim Malloy


"Standin' on a corner, watchin' all the girls go byyy~" Jim sang, accompanying his three elder cousins, Jerry, Jack and Sarah. It was mostly as practice for Jerry and Jack, they were going to be taking part a play as a favour for Aunt Kelly, and it involved them singing that and doing a little dance. As such, all four of them were wearing baseball caps as stand ins for the newsboy hats in the play. However, there was also the fun of getting a little louder and trying to sound a little better whenever some girls passed by. As a pair of especially pretty girls approached the bench the Malloys had claimed, the four of them each took their hats off in turn, holding them to their chests. Jim's voice was pretty much toneless when it came to singing, but hiding it amongst the much nicer voices of his cousins meant that the Malloys earned some blushes and giggles from the passing ladies.

Sarah looked over at the watch Jim was wearing, and nudged him. Puzzled, Jim checked it himself.
"Crud." He muttered, as he passed his hat to Jack. He wasn't even in the right part of New York yet, though he didn't have a doubt that he'd make it. It was a short trip to grab his stuff from home, say his see-you-Thanksgiving-breaks to his ma, da and every Malloy he passed, and hail himself a cab to take him within walking distance of Rhiamon Way.
"You taking a vacation, kid?" The cabdriver asked as Jim climbed in with Mallory's cage and his guitar beside him, after he'd hefted his suitcases into the trunk. He had all the stuff he needed, either by borrowing his ma's old stuff or going out with her and his da to get it from Rhiamon way. They were New Yorkers, it was hardly a journey to Mordor.
"Goin' back to school." He replied with a grin. The cabdriver made a non-committal sound, and soon enough, Jim was walking down Rhiamon Way. Personally, he liked touching base there before he reentered the Wizarding World for the next school year, same as he liked to head to the nearest fast food place when he returned to the Muggle World. It was around then that he noticed the backs of some familiar heads through a store window.

"Aurora! Eric!" He called, as he picked up his pace. However, as he drew closer, he recognised a few other familiar faces, and two strange. One was Liam Madsen, with presumably his little sister on his shoulders, since he didn't seem the type to pick up random children and carry them around. The next was Claudia Gardner, with a kid that could only have been her sister. The last was all too familiar.
"...Hartzel." He greeted in an almost-growl. He walked into the shop himself, and caught Aurora talking to the first years. He decided against talking to Hartzel, and instead focused his attention on Aurora and the first years, trying to completely ignore Hartzel.
"Need a hand there, Aurora?" He chuckled with a grin, popping out from behind her.

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Gemma Jackson


Gemma cleared her throat at the table. Her parents were both sitting ramrod straight, faces pinched in annoyance. They knew what today was. They knew what it had been since Gemma was eleven.
"M-may I be excused? I need to pack a couple of last things..." She'd been fully packed and ready to go for the past week, but the breakfast before she finally got back to Gaol was always awkward and scented with resentment and disappointment. Too much so for Gemma to stomach. She'd been careful not to mention what she was packing for, as her parents were less likely to comment if she didn't mention magic at all. Her mother gave a curt nod, and Gemma stood up and carefully didn't hurry towards her room. She sighed as she collected up everything, stood in front of her door and counted to thirty. On twenty eight, she opened the door and quickly crossed the open-plan penthouse, until she was beside her exit out. She didn't call out a goodbye, and she was thankful her parents didn't acknowledge her as she walked out with her suitcases. She gave a sigh of relief as the doors to the apartment building clicked shut behind her, and she was out into the September air.

It wasn't too long until Gemma was finally stepping onto Rhiamon Way, and she let a secretive smile cross her face. She was in the clear until next summer, now, and she eased a little. She could see other Gaol students milling around, excited for the new school year, whether because of learning or seeing friends again. She smiled as she heard a familiar accent rise above the general chatter, shouting two familiar names. Gemma decided against heading toward them, she'd see them on the boat soon enough. Instead, she found herself a bench to rest on, with her potted tulips on her lap and her suitcases at her feet.

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Character Portrait: Liam Madsen Character Portrait: Max Avarus Character Portrait: Eric Lee Greene Character Portrait: Chloe Hartzel Character Portrait: Zeke Barrow Character Portrait: Zane Barrow Character Portrait: Eden Madsen Character Portrait: Claudia Gardner Character Portrait: Flavia Gardner
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Max Avarus:

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" Max yelled as he walked down the street, casting some attention to himself. His father had been called ton emergency meeting, so he had to finish shopping on his own. He hated shopping. However, most of his shopping was done at least. Phear walked into the Wand store, quickly got his wand, and got out, a feeling of accomplishment running through him.

"Hey Maxy" a familiar voice called to him.

"I told you not to call me that!"

It was his brother, Daniel, who graduated last year. He messed his brother's hair up, and then checked his stuff. "Did he at least say goodby? Or was this like the time he completely forgot about you on the playground because of an important meeting?"

"He did say goodby...he sounded panicked".

"He always sounds panicked about a meeting...oh, I think I see some people I know. Hey, Liam!" He shouted. Max just felt embarrassed now. However, as Max and Daniel walked closer, Max saw a girl bunch this other guy in the face.

Daniel looked at them, wondering what had happened. "Max, this is Liam and Eden Madsen. Guys, this is my brother. He is starting this year. Liam, I forgot Eden had also started this year. Guess they will have company then..."

Max said hello, attempting to jump in after his brother's icebreaker. He was...wary, about making friends. It was the fame and the money, mostly, but also he was smarter then most his age. He couldn't help but worry if the woman was going to punch him next or something. Not afraid, but he would rather not get punched. It was a personal objective not to get punched.

Zeke Barrow:

"C'mon Zane, I don't want to be late!" Zeke impatiently tapped his foot. "Your walking too slow!"

Zeke had this aura about him that you got the feeling he doesn't like to sit still. That was Zeke being Zeke. He hated waiting, standing still, or not doing anything. Zeke simply said he was "a man of action".

Of course, most of his actions usually got him into trouble.

"Come on Zane! We need to get all of our equipment..." He meant the firecrackers and other jokes they had got from some stores. "...loaded before the ship leaves!"

He saw a few others on the street, but he was so centered on not being late to notice anything unless it happened right in front if him or it called to his or Zane's attention.

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Character Portrait: Liam Madsen Character Portrait: Max Avarus Character Portrait: Eric Lee Greene Character Portrait: Aurora Nickson Character Portrait: Chloe Hartzel Character Portrait: Zeke Barrow Character Portrait: Zane Barrow Character Portrait: Eden Madsen Character Portrait: Thomas Decius Character Portrait: Claudia Gardner Character Portrait: Flavia Gardner
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If there was one thing his father had taught Thomas Decius, it was to be prepared. Thus, he had purchased his school supplies a month earlier and at half price too. It helped that his family owned a quarter of the shops on Rhiamon Way and loaned money to money to many of the ones they did not own. Today, he had decided to visit the broom shop. True, he had never shown any inclination towards joining the Quadpot team. This was for various reasons, two of which amount to the practice times infringing on his already limited supply of free time and the fact that he found it easier to slip into the old school ruins while professors and students alike were distracted by the game. However, he loved the feeling of the wind rushing by him as he flew in the air and he felt that there might come a day where he would be grateful to have a quick broom available to get him away from somewhere quickly.

"Oh, you are very fortunate to come at the time you did, Master Decius," the middle-aged shopkeeper simpered as he brought out an elegant-looking broom, "This is the very last Aether V we have in stock."

"Hmm... I hope Auora managed to get one beforehand," Thomas mused before paying the shopkeeper, wandering if he was being truthful. He had found a couple documents in the old school ruins his father had been keen on getting his hands on. He was so happy, he had agreed to give Thomas the money for this purchase.

Next, Thomas decided to head towards the book store for some recreational reading. He paused, however, when he saw the commotion before him and lo and behold, Aurora was in the midst of it along with several of his classmates and what looked like a couple first years. He smiled politely at Eric, though he could not help but scrutinize Chloe. It wouldn't surprise him that she was the one to give him that bruise on his cheek.

"So, I'm heading over to the broom shop on Main Street if any of you two lovely ladies would do me the greatest pleasure of your company!"


"You should have stopped by there first, Aurora. Someone purchased the last Aether V, though he might be willing to sell or loan it for a price. Or maybe the shopkeeper was lying when he said it was the last one. It's a common marketing trick," Thomas announced with a slight grin on his face as he held the broom in his arms, unwrapped of course. There was no point in wrapping a broom. Everyone knew what kind of item it was.

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”Well why don’t you go back to your fucking pig-sty, farmboy? I’d rather go to Hogwarts- there would be no imbeciles like you. ”

Eric was prepared to retort with a carefully worded comment on Chloe's educational preference when she suddenly seemed to have snapped into a trance. Confused, Eric hesitated before responding when she spoke quietly, almost as if someone else was there. "My Lord, I can't do it in front of everyone." Biting his tongue, Eric looked around at the on-lookers, wondering if they were as bewildered as he was. This wasn't the first time Eric had witnessed this Ursus student talking to herself, but he had never been within such an earshot that he caught every word. He looked back just in time to see a fist flying toward his face, smacking him right in his jaw. Bubbles of bright light seemed to float around in his line of vision as the blow knocked him back a step. Still in a state of surprise, he felt Chloe shove past him, pushing out of the book shop, running down the street. Just as she did so, Eric heard another familiar voice.

"Want me to kiss it better?"

It was Aurora, a friend of Eric's. She hugged him quickly before patting his cheek. Eric couldn't help but crack a smile as his hand followed Aurora's, going to rub his jaw. "Couldn't hurt." He chuckled lightly as she went over to Liam and Eden, no doubt to give them a hug, but it proved to be too difficult this time, given Eden's position. She settled for a friendly wave and said, "When I can hug you both, I will. Be warned." She then turned and approach a pair Eric hadn't seen, another friend of his, Claudia and her little sister, Flavia. He offered an embarrassed smile to Claudia when Aurora looked back toward him."So we seem to have two first years in our midst guys, let's not give them a bad impression by fighting it out. Don't mind Chloe you hear, she's just a little misunderstood." Eric let out an audible scoff. Misunderstood, he thought. Misunderstood people don't attack others like this. Though the pain was still strong, Eric couldn't help but wreck his brain as to who Chloe was talking to. "My Lord"...

Aurora's voice was being drowned out by Eric's thoughts. He sat there, idly rubbing his jaw as his friends greeted one another. He supposed the scene wasn't as attention-drawing as he had originally anticipated. Thankful, too, though Eric had half a mind to go and look for Chloe, but decidedly enough, he stayed and nodded in response to yet another friendly face. Jim Malloy, one of the goofiest people Eric knew. "How ya' been, Jim?" The two exchanged smiles as Jim offered to help Aurora with something.

Eric could feel a bruise forming on his cheek when Thomas Decius, a 6th year in the Ursus house entered the store, stopping momentarily to offer a polite smile to Eric, which he returned. He absentmindedly watched Thomas as he went off, going about his business when he looked to Liam. "Sorry about that, man..." He looked to Eden. "Hey! This'll be your first year, right? Hope to see you in Aquila!" Sighing inwardly, he turned back to her brother. "Listen, I think I'm gonna go head back to the ship. I'm in compartment 23. I'll see ya'll later." Eric gave a departing wave at the others in the store before exiting, glancing around the street, looking for Chloe. He searched for a moment before shaking his head and heading back to the ship. On his short walk, Chloe's words kept ringing in his head. My Lord, I can't do it in front of everyone. My Lord? Who was she talking to? Eric placed his hands in his pocket as he turned down the street corner, the ship located just a few more blocks along the way. A smirk crept across his face as he looked toward the sky. Heh.. For a small girl, she really does pack a punch. Leave it to Eric to find the optimistic side of being punched in face.

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Gwen didn't think anything could be as exciting as a new school year. You were able to see friends you hadn't seen since the end of school, there were new things to learn and a new year load of first years to start. Not to mention that delicious smell of fresh books. Gwen had made sure to purchase her books and the majority of her supplies as soon as she received the school list. That way she had been able to spend the remaining days before Gaol started reading through the texts and browsing what she was to learn this year. Of course, she still had some supplies to purchase, generally those that she would use in potions. That was way she was now making her way through the crowd of witches and wizards towards the potions shop. Of course, with a curiosity as strong as Gwen's the simple trip was proving longer than she had anticipated.

The bell above the door jingled as Gwen pushed it open, sliding into the dimly lit shop and letting the door swing shut behind her. The shop assistant glanced up from his desk, gave her a weak smile and then returned to his book. Gwen turned her gaze towards the shelves, pleased that the attendant wasn't the type to push his customers. The small shop was known as 'Perdix's Paraphernalia' and seemed to be filled with all sorts of items, ranging from used brooms and decades old books to balls of shining silver and cages filled with sleeping pixies. Gwen's eyes glittered as she gazed from one object to the next and she craned her neck back to gaze up at the top level of the floor to ceiling shelves. She picked up a compass and jumped slightly as the metal became quickly too hot to handle. She hastily replaced it on the shelf, next to a sculpture of a bird, possibly a partridge to be more specific. She glanced quickly at the attendant, but he hadn't seemed to notice her little moment of shock.

Once her curiosity was sated some twenty minutes later Gwen exited the shop, a little brown bag under her arm containing her purchase. She hadn't been able to go past the little metallic sculpture. It was about the size of her palm and made up of a variety of different coloured metals. It had been shaped into an otter, possibly Gwen's favourite animal and coincidentally she form of her Patronus. She brought the small item out of the bag and held it in her hand, bringing it up to her eye level to get a better look at it. She brought her want out and gave the metallic otter a tap on its head. Immediately the device came to life, it's tiny paws moving in the motion of swimming and propelling itself through the air. Guinevere assumed it was some sort of life-animation spell that made the object move as if it were alive when you tapped it. Or perhaps the metal had been dipped in a potion after it had been crafted into the miniature otter. However it had been made, Gwen found it fascinating and captivating. She wouldn't rest until she learnt how it worked and was able to build one herself. For that reason, as she watched the miniature otter 'swimming' around her head, she made a promise to seek out the library as soon as she was able and search for spells.




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Marcus stood in a dark shop off the main street of Rhiamon Way, scanning the spines of the books lining the shelves. The shop catered to a more mature clientèle than the one run by the Madsen family, or so Marcus had always thought. It was much smaller than the other store, appearing to stock more specialised books and offered a book seeking service that Marcus found particularly useful. It was this service that he was now waiting on, the owner of the store having run out the back to search for the text that Marcus had come in seeking a week ago. While he waited he browsed the rest of the shop, noting items that struck him as particularly useful. Naturally, books that dealt with magical creatures were high on his list. "My man lost his eye brows getting this." The owner said, bringing out a large, leather bound book. Marcus moved forward to meet the elderly man at the counter, taking the book from him as he reached it. The edges were slightly singed, the pages delicate and the title itself was only just visible, 'The Encyclopaedia of Dragons.' .
"Not many of these in circulation nowadays." He added, tapping the cover with a long fingernail, "They stopped printing only seven years after it was first published and replaced it with a newer version. Course, the new version doesn't cover the all the uses Dragon hide has or..."
"Yes, thank you." Marcus cut the old man off before he could begin a lecture on the differences between the two volumes. Marcus was well aware of the deficiencies of the 'newer' version, of course 'newer' was a relative terms when the both books were over a century old. Marcus had read the current version several times and had found it extremely informative, however he had been curious to discover what had been omitted from the older version and so had sought it out. "The price we agreed on." Marcus added, handing over a rather large amount of gold coins. You couldn't put a price on knowledge and luckily for Marcus his family had plenty of wealth, enough for Marcus to generally afford anything he wanted.

With his purchase carefully tucked into his satchel, Marcus left the shop and made his way back towards the main street. He had bought all his supplies earlier and now was planning on finding a quiet place in the Gaol school ship to begin browsing through his new purchase. However, as he rounded onto Rhiamon Way he caught sight of a group of people standing in and around the bookstore. The only member of the group who he was anything close to fond of was Chloe, a fellow Ursus member. She appeared to be having an altercation with a number of other students. In fact as he moved closer she saw her fist fly towards Eric, hitting him in the face before pushing him aside and sprinting away. She didn't appear to notice Marcus as she passed him. Deciding to postpone his study of his new book, Marcus turned on his heel and made his way after Chloe. He didn't run, not thinking it would befit his status. When he reached Chloe it was to find her leaning against a stone wall, possibly regretting her brash decision.
"You've improved your punches since I last saw you." he remarked, casually leaning against the wall beside her. A rare smile flashed across his face as he brought up the image of the boy scout getting socked by Chloe.

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Odessa found herself walking around the Rhiamon Way, trying to think of any last minute things she needed before going to the ship. She made a mental check list, ‘ ‘Supplies? Yep. Quills? Yep. Books? Yep.’ She honestly couldn’t think of much she had forgotten. She usually had someone with her to help remind her, but she hadn’t really run into any of her friends on the street so far, so she was left alone.

If one was looking at her, they would think she was unprepared. She had a yellow sun dress on, and with her carts already loaded into the ship, she was left with a semi-large red bag. The bag had a ton of things in it, mainly due to the fact she was now legal age to perform magic outside of school, so she had an expansion charm on her bag. It was a hard charm, but she loved it, no longer having to worry about space. She had a crossword book she was going to work on later, but right now she was just wondering.

She did a quick ran into the book store owned by Liam’s family, who she was on friendly terms with, and wanted to see his adorable little sister, but they were out. Finding she couldn’t really find anyone, she began to walk towards the ship, taking the odd ways around. New York magic strips were fine, but she preferred New Orleans’, way more plant life and in her opinion, friendliness. She did see the Barrow twins, and even gave a friendly “ Heya!” To Zane.

As she walked, she noticed someone’s back, who she could honestly tell from any angle; Eric Greene. She honestly considered him to be one of her closest friends, and he had spent the summer with her family, up until he left a couple of weeks ago. Her family saw what a mess she was after, her mom started to tell her to ask him out, and if they got married, to not take his last name. Her sister was a major player in that, having drawn up several pictures, which made Odessa sigh at her family. She actually did have a picture form his stay to give him; It was him and her standing beside each other, laughing in front of an old theater she loved. She walked close to him, and once she was close enough, she went “ Guess who?” while covering his eyes. Not waiting for a proper response, she got in front of him, still walking forward. ”Eric! ‘ow ya been? W’at has it been; now and a half weeks? I got some food in my bag, if ya wanna share on t’e ride over.” She said in her rapid fire style. She was glad to see him again, made a little part of her extra happy.

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Zane was walking with his twin, his very hasty twin, his twin who this morning had tried to slip an itching cream into his bag, but was caught and busted by Zane. That stuff spilled too often for his liking, and not in the beginning of the year was he going to risk that.

“You are being melodramatic again, Zeke!” Zane said, while rolling his eyes. He was walking slower than his brother, and only for around 28% because of the itching thing, the rest because he was calmer, however slightly, more than Zeke. He saw a group of students near where they were, both older and younger. He was planning a prank when that Odessa girl had said hello.

Zane looked at his brother. “You know we have some time, and most of the stuff is already loaded, right? You see that group up there?” He pointed at the group, and then noticing the girl running away, he saw it was Chloe, the only girl who shared him slightly. She hated them, mainly because she couldn’t appreciate a good joke. “It’s little miss joke killer. You know it’s her last year? Maybe she should start it out with a bang, you have any mini dung bombs?” A completely stinky Chloe is something that mad Zane smile, plus the small size of a dungbomb would be harder to tie to them, all they needed was to light the fuse and throw.

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"Am not! We don't have any other form of transportation to get there! Besides, we can't risk missing it!"

Zeke said hello. And when Zane mentioned Chloe, his head started spinning with ideas. "Yeah they are next to the..." He started, when a large firecracker dropped out of his bag. The kind of firecracker that explodes spectacularly when it hits the ground. "Shit....LOOK OUT!"

Awkward turned away as the Firecracker went off, a large portion of the blast going everywhere. Not so much an explosion as a magical light show, but it knocked Zeke backwards, distracted everyone, and sent this one kid (Max) flying backward. A large portion of the firecracker also went in the way of Chloe and Eric.

Zeke, of course, broke out into laughter. "That was awesome! Zane, did you see that? Those firecrackers are going to be a blast! We should have gotten more!" He stood up, and looked at Zane. "Those are going to be great".

He then looked at everyone else, and his mind immediately realized something. "Uhh...sorry....accidental firecracker use". He was still smiling though, clearly enjoying what the firecracker caused.

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It is true enough when they say that there is no rest for the wicked. As for herself, she could not say that she even had a lick of sleep these past two nights. This was all fine, she was used to it. She usually just laid herself down in bed and shut her eyes because she assumed that it was what most people did, whether she was tired or not. Where most people needed sleep every night, Chloe found that as long as she made sure to recharge herself every now and then she could keep herself going for much longer.

But right now, in this moment, her eyes were lead weights. They flickered like a candlelight that was near extinguished, closing shut and then opening wide. She'd really never been more tired. The sad fact is, they were not even at Gaol yet, but really so many things had happened in the space of an hour. She was aware at this point that it was her fault the events had unfolded the way they had. Well, it was really the Lord's wrongdoings that put her in this position, but she had acted accordingly. Was there really a choice, Chloe?

"You've improved your punches since I last saw you."

She really knew that a remark like that could have only came from one person. Marcus Altius to be exact, and really one of the only people that she could class as a 'friend'. Sure, there were acquaintances that came and went by the day, but they were often false friends brought only by the notion that they could 'change her'. Fuck changing.

"Was that a smile, Marcus?" Chloe teased, letting one corner of her mouth perk up. She pushed her palms on to the ground and got up off of the wall. "But was there really that many people? God damn it..." She bit her lip, leaning against the wall once more.

Just as she did there was a familiar sound of an explosion- not one on a large scale, granted- and sniggering came afterwards. Obviously, it was those dreadful Barrow twins. With a look of disgust she muttered "How immature can you get?" before turning back to Marcus.





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L U K E





Truthfully, Luke was worried.

It was not exactly a good idea to leave exactly four hundred and ninety one animals on their own. One would be bad enough- imagine the complete mess of his room and the state of the self-crafted sketches that graced his walls. But four hundred and ninety one... you are basically asking for trouble to be laid in front of you. Not to mention these animals are not exactly those of sorts. They are beasts or creatures or whatever you want to call them. They are wild. Luke knew he could trust them on their own, though, but there was a twinge of worry running through his mind. What if. It was a simple enough question, but one that caused most to worry, as there is not definite answer.

Stop it Luke. You came here and you will stay here. It was your own decision. The only thing you should be worried about is the goofiness of your Hawaiian style board shorts. Really, though, nothing made him worry like the endangerment of his 'pets'. They were his pride and joy, his responsibility.

Elbows rested against the railing of the ship, he stared out on to the sea. He liked the sea. Knowing that when they left New York that all they would see for miles is the ocean comforted him in a strange way. He was glad he'd shoved on some sunglasses, though, as the sun was shining directly on to the ship and setting the water ablaze with light as navy waves crossed over each other in a battle for space.

Sighing in mild contentedness, he sat back on a sun-lounger and closed his eyes, slipping in to a light sleep.

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Marcus and Chloe weren't what most people would consider friends, they didn't coddle each other with false words, they didn't share secrets or every little detail of their day, and yet for Marcus none of that mattered. He had long held a certain amount of respect for the girl. While she had a few... quirks and her general behaviour might have been somewhat louder than Marcus', he couldn't deny that he loved seeing her giving the 'do-gooders' hell. She didn't parade around trying to be someone she was not. He didn't have many friends. Acquantinces, sure, he had a few. Enemies, he had plenty, but friends were rare.

"Was that a smile, Marcus?" She teased before pushing herself onto her feet. Marcus shrugged, not about to deny to small show of emotion. Although his face seemed to usually be set to an emotionless default, smiles weren't rare when he actually found something amusing. "But was there really that many people? God damn it..." Chloe continued, before the sound of a small collection of explosives cut her off. Sniggering followed shortly after and Marcus could only assume it was some set of pranksters, starting off the year with a literal bang. He mentally went through the possibilities, coming up with too many faces without names. The likely culprits would have been the twins, although like many other students he didn't care for, he couldn't remember their names or even what house they were in. Whatever their names Marcus couldn't say that he was impressed. There was absolutely no need to make such a show of yourself in such a public place.

Chloe seemed to share his general disdain for the occurrence, as he caught her muttering darkly, "How immature can you get?" before turning back to face him.
"Gaol Academy is unfortunately littered with immature idiots." He replied, giving a slightly exasperated sigh, "At least now we only have one more year to suffer through their juvenile pranks." He was already looking forward to finishing Gaol. He assumed he would pass all his exams with exemplary grades, he held himself to a high standard and wouldn't be happy with anything else. Then, once he had graduated from Gaol, he could travel the world researching magical animals and chasing dragons. His fingers curled around the packaged book that he had just purchased, his eagerness to read it sparking as his mind drifted to his future career.

"There weren't too many people." Marcus said a moment later, responding to Chloe's earlier question that had been interrupted by the small explosion, "I just happened to be passing and caught the end of the argument."

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Friendship was barely a word in Chloe's vocabulary.

It was an underused, dusty word after being left in her childhood- back in the days where everyone was a friend, and when she was left with entirely her own thoughts. Overshadowed by cruel words, dwarfed by remarks of monotonous irritation. Her words were perpetually sharp, she noticed, and almost never did soft, kind words pass her lips. Truthfully, she was fine with this. The sugar-sweet words she heard others say to their friends left a sour taste in her mouth, almost opposite of what was intended. The sheer amount of lies these friends told one another was astounding, as well. White lies, they called them, because placing a colour next to a seemingly bad word obviously changes the whole context. The real reason people do not express their true feelings is usually not the fact that they want to protect the fragile feelings of their friends, but because they are afraid that their opinion may bring their friends to dislike them. It always about the well-being of the liar.

One could label Chloe and Marcus as friends, but she really did not like to think of it like that. Friends reminded her of a circle of people that whispered petty gossip and laughed obnoxiously together, whispering rumors while she passed. Friends reminded her of people that were being as fake as they could, desperately trying to fit in. Chloe and Marcus were not friends. There was really no word to describe the 'friendship' they had. Nothing seemed right.

"Gaol Academy is unfortunately littered with immature idiots." He responded, and Chloe gave a nod in acknowledgement. "At least now we only have one more year to suffer through their juvenile pranks."

Pranks. She hated the very word. They had never been a thing to interest the girl, and she usually took the crude things with a look of distaste. They merely created embarrassment. She'd been a victim of a few in her earlier years, but usually the perpetrators got what they deserved. She'd never really been pranked by the two so-called prank masters of Gaol- the twins.

Chloe had given thought to where she was going after this year. She'd actually decided on being an Auror. Her parents might disapprove, but it was one thing she really had her mind set on. She was acing defense against the dark arts, and even though the greatest dark wizard was in her mind- she believed she might overcome it. Just maybe. It was hard work becoming an Auror, but hard work she was preparing to endure.

"There weren't too many people. I just happened to be passing and caught the end of the argument." He then spoke moments after, responding to her earlier query.

"That's the first time I've seen that Eric kid since last year, and I've already punched him." She paused, "Either I'm getting more evil or he is getting more unbearably irritating."

Looking up at the sky, she observed that it had darkened considerably, and although she did not have a watch, Chloe guessed it was about time to head back on the the ship. "Well, looks about time to head back to the ship. Oh, joy."

Without realising, she had walked a couple steps with Marcus still behind her. "Well, are you coming? Or just planning to miss school this year."




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"Hello Professor? It's a pleasure to see you supervising this year."

He awoke, pushing himself off of the sun lounger. It had most likely been half and hour he had slept for, but it was maybe a degree colder and the wind was picking up, biting at his skin. He looked rather garish in his board shorts and sunglasses, but he figured that he was bound to look silly wearing them. In other words, he didn't care. It was a familiar face that he was greeted with- Amelia Ellison, a bright student of sorts.

"Of course I am supervising- you know I take my job very seriously." He smiled warmly, but was slight sarcasm, as his getup was far from serious. "However, I fear my sunbathing session is over. It is getting rather cold, after all."

He stood up and faced the girl, "I will see you soon, most likely. If it is not around the ship it will be in class."

He took the sunglasses off his face and held them in his palm. "I must say goodbye for now though- I have some important errands to finish." And with that he was off in to the ship, deciding to enter his cabin for a while to plan for upcoming classes.

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Eric rubbed his jaw, a slight welp forming, reminding him of what was still fresh in his mind. Chloe. He made his way up into the ship, looking around at the few students straggling around the hall. He found his way to his compartment, giving a friendly nod to a couple people before slipping in the room. Eric's eyes had fallen right to the empty box of Ice Mice sitting on the seat near the window. He sighed in annoyance. Alfred. Shaking his head, Eric plopped down, pulling out his wand and directing it toward the box."Scourgify."

And with that, the empty candy box folded itself several times over to the point that it was no larger than a thumb nail. It levitated for a second before puffing into dust. Eric sighed inwardly, gazing out into the horizon through the porthole, losing himself in his thoughts. His mind raced through many things for the next couple of minutes. Anything from what this school year had in store of this 7th year to whether or not he was finally going to gather up enough courage to speak to the breathtaking Amelia Ellison. He sat there awhile when a familiar ball of grey fur flashed into the compartment and leaped onto his lap. "Alfred!"

Despite Alfred having eaten all of his candy once again, Eric couldn't help but grin down at his cat. He went to pet him when he noticed a long, thin object lodged in his jaws. It was a wand! No sooner had he taken it from Alfred, (who gave it up willingly), had Thomas Erener enter the compartment. The two sat there in silence for a moment, eyeing each other warily. Eric had ran into Thomas in their previous year, and had caught him with a book from the restricted section in the library. He could assume that Thomas didn't have proper permission to have the book, given the hastiness he showed in trying to hide it once Eric saw it. Eric has never told a teacher, nor anybody else, partially because it seemed like such an insignificant rule to be broken, and because he almost waiting for Thomas to slip up again, possibly into something worse this time. Eric was the first to break the silence.

"Oh... Hey, Thomas."

Eric wasn't returned with a greeting, not that he surprised. "Would you please return my wand to me?", Thomas requested, almost in a tone of demand. Eric looked down at the wand in his hand. He hesitated before standing and taking a step toward Thomas, raising the wand to him, handle up. As Thomas took it from him, he tried at being friendly. "Sorry about that... You know how cats can get." He chuckled lightly before adding, "That's a nice wand. What is it, pine?" Thomas gave the older student a cold look as he retorted, "If you don't mind, would you kindly keep that animal away from me this year?" Eric eyed the 5th year curiously before glancing back to Alfred, who was now sitting atop Eric's backpack, flicking his bushy tail to and fro. When Eric looked back to Thomas though, he had already gone. Poking his head out of his compartment, Eric's eyes followed Thomas as he stalked off to his own room. So Chloe and Thomas. Lovely to see they're so eager to make friends.

Eric sighed, sliding the compartment door shut before turning to Alfred, who was looking expectantly at him. He smirked at the cat, falling into a seat next to him. He rested his hand around his neck, gently scruffing it as his eyes wandered back out of the porthole, looking toward the light from the sun reflecting off of the cold ocean waters. "I can't wait to get back to school, Alfred."