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Alison Oglethorpe

"I don't even have to speak to anyone and they all seem to know all about me."

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a character in “Hogwarts: The TriWizard Tournament”, originally authored by leisurelyatwar, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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Name || Alison Oglethorpe

AKA || Sonny, Ali, Alice

Age || 17

Year || 6

House || Slytherin

Clubs || Dueling Club

Pet || a lynx named Saia (Say-ah]

Wand || 12.5 inches, Willow, dragon heartstring core, swishy


ImageAbilities
Sonny has the unnerving ability to make someone feel as if they were only an inch tall. People who dare to mock her or are slain mercilessly by her words. On the other hand she is also very good at building people up. She can turn on like a switch and schmooze like no ones business. Among her friends she tends to be the one to talk them all out of trouble with a swish of her hips and some sweet words. Without any surprise, she excelled from the start at the Defense against the Dark Arts. Confidence shines through the girl and when speaking cantations there is never hesitation or stuttering that make others falter. This skill extends into charms, and her O.W.L.S. scores prove so.

Deficiencies

Any subject that requires memorizing abundant amounts of information Alison struggles. She has a hard time forcing herself to put forth effort in anything that doesn't interest her, and sometimes falls behind in classes such as history of Magic or Potions. It's not that she doesn't have the capability to excell, it's more that she doesn't have the drive to try her best.
Among her classmates within her year, Alison is thought as a heartless bitch. She gives a cold shoulder to most people and a mocking laugh to the rest. Because of her upbringing, Alison has a hard time making true friends. She seems to surround herself with other superficial rude fake people because they're the only ones who find her bitchy front entertaining. She doesn't talk to many people outside of her circle, and has a hard time opening up to others.

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O.W.L.S.


Outstanding

    •Charms
    •Defense Against the Dark Arts
    •Muggle Studies


Exceeds Expectations

    •Care of Magical Creatures
    •Herbology
    •Ancient Runes


Achieved

    •History of Magic
    •Potions
    •Astrology


"Sonny Oglethorpe? That bloody charva has one coming her way."


Personality

Not many people enjoy the Oglethorpe's. They're bullies, and they look down on those who are not of pure blood, well at least that's what everyone thinks. Alison has never opened up to anyone fully, so what people know about her is more of an assumption than anything else. Yes Alison came into Hogwarts under her brother, Grimm's, shadow, and he pushed around others much like their uncles and their father once did. For the most part Alison keeps quiet, speaking only when she sees no other option. Because so many people fear her brother, not many people speak to Alison. Most of her friends are also friends with her brother, and those who try to get to know her most of the time receive a look of contempt and a snarky comment before she walks off swishing her hips and laughing as if she had heard the funniest joke.

To Alison, she prefers to stay under the radar and just tries to get by, more often than not Alison ends up in the middle of petty drama. She doesn't respond well to high pressure situations, and when the heat gets to be too much Alison lashes out and storms off. She considers herself a passionate person beneath her shell of apathy and uppity demeanor. She feels emotions in extreme ranges, when happy she is ecstatic, when sad she's depressed, when mad she is furious. There is no middle ground for Alison, and because she keeps everything buried Alison sometimes feels her emotions gnaw her from the inside out. There are dark moments when her own thoughts disturb her, and it's times like these that Alison turns to her sketch book.

She keeps her sketches to herself, no one has ever seen them. The only time she gives herself to spend unwinding she spends alone and nearby the lake or sneaking into the fringes of the forbidden forest. There's something soothing to her about gliding the charcoal across the coarse paper of sketch book. Afraid that her friends will mock her for her mundane hobby, Alison keeps it to herself. Despite her embarrassment of her hobby, Alison does very well with her sketches. Back home she has an easel and some oil based paint and brushes that she bought on her own time and hid from her family. They frown upon anything muggle related.

Even though the Dark Lord has gone, some old fashioned people still carry faith in his beliefs. The Oglethorpe's are infamous for their disdain for mudbloods despite the turn of events those years ago when Harry Potter thwarted the dark lord. Despite what her family says though, Alison honestly couldn't care less. Most of her friends do though, and when they make hurtful comments to the half breeds or mudbloods, Alison laughs along so she isn't outcasted, but never really found the humour behind such crude jokes. Although Alison's sense of humour is dark, she much prefers satirical references or sarcastic comments part of a grander and more complex situation than what family someone was born to.

Because she is neither blind nor humble, Alison is considered narcissistic by most people's standards. Although her ego isn't oversized, it is at a stage where it does come across as arrogance from time to time, but yet again this is a common Oglethorpe trait. This being the last year before her brother graduates, Alison is just trying to skate by until she is released from his tyranny over their schoolmates.

ImageHistory
It's very easy for anybody to trace back the history of the Oglethorpe's. It is written everywhere all over their home in London. Tracing back to before Hogwarts even began, they had always been a family of snakes. Everyone in their family had been sorted as a slytherin, and much to her parents chagrin so was Alison. Although no one knew it, the sorting hat had hesitated. She could have gone to Ravenclaw he said, he said he let her choose though. However Alison always had a gnawing sensation that he saw the lurking evil in her that resided in all Oglethorpe's. Her family had past alliances with the Dark Lord, and even though he was gone to this day he was a subject at family dinners. As a little girl she remembered her father throwing a tantrum when the joyous paper read the dark lord had been thwarted by a mere boy.
It was that day that Alison realized she wasn't much like her family. Like a fan girl, she began to idolized the said Harry Potter and the reign of terror he had ended among the magical world. She began wandering among muggles, sneaking into movie theaters or book stores, entertaining herself with their culture. Once when getting frozen custard, a rather adorable muggle boy asked her name. Freezing up, Alison had taken the quickest escape route possible from a conversation with him. But that night, laying in bed, she wondered what his calloused hands would feel like gently cupping her face. She wondered if his cerulean blue eyes had ever seen true magic, and how it might light up if she could make fireworks emerge in mid air with a swish of her wand.
But she should have been repulsed by him, just because his blood wasn't pure like hers. With a smile like his though, how could Alison care what blood rushed through his veins? Did he not bleed red just as she did?

Of course it would be foolish to express such doubts to her family, so instead Alison maintains the veil of contempt for anything Foreign. She began her first year when she was twelve, and has been gaining a reputation as an Ice Queen ever since.

So begins...

Alison Oglethorpe's Story

Alison had made it to the mess hall late, having lost track of time when sketching along the lake. She had drawn the carriages as they flew in, the horses that carried them invisible to her hazel eyes. Long lashes batted playfully at her friends from afar, seeing them beckon her over as soon as she caught their eye. Pushing others down aggressively, the boys in her group made sure she had a place to sit, squeezing in a narrow gap between Ashlee and Naomi. "What I miss?" She asked, setting her books beneath her seat.

An amused expression was tossed to her brother from Naomi, and before the girl could explain why, Grimm's voice dripping with acid explained enough to Alison. "Going to need it if you've entered...Like they'd choose some wonky mudblood to compete in the TriWizard tournament! What an oaf!" Alison needn't even look to see who he was talking to. For the past few weeks there had only been one girl Grimm insisted on pestering. Glancing over her shoulder, Alison sent a semi apologetic look to Lavender, but quickly faces her friends as they heckled with laughter at her brothers poor humour.

"What in bloody 'ell?!" Jumping to his feet, Grimm made a scene as a cup of his juice was spilled onto his lap. Red flushed his face as he turned to the girl with hair dark as night as she hissed a warning for him to behave. Their friends egged him on, and Alison could recognize the spite written in Grimm's expression. He didn't take kindly to being told what to do, especially by someone he had never met before a day in his life. Before the situation could escalate any further, Alison was at her brothers side. Their circle quieted, as if there was a show going on before their eyes. It repulsed her how these people thrived on drama.

Gripping his forearm forcefully, Alison stood on her tiptoes and leaned forward to speak in a low voice into Grimm's ear. "Not here, not now." She said simply, and although it may have seen like a malicious suggestion, Alison knew how her brother worked. He didn't respond to rational thinking, only to scheming and underhand planning, it was the only way to make him postpone overreacting. Flexing his fingers into fists, as his cold eyes bounced from the ebony haired she-devil and the victim of his taunts. After a moment of contemplation, wordlessly he turned back to his friends and sat down. Looking at the girls, feigning indifference, Alison pursed her lips and raised her eyebrow at the new face. "Just a word of advice, keep your parenting skills to your future ill bred spawn, we have a mum already."

Without caring what the girl had to say for herself, Alison returned to her table, picking at her plate. Laughing, Naomi nudged her, "Damn mudblood lovers always trying to stand up for their little pets. You sure told her." The rest chuckled along, and Alison forced a smile as she nodded, stuffing a forkful into her mouth. Glancing once again at the Ravenclaw table, Alison felt herself sympathize for Lavender. Alison knew how cruel Grimm could be, a victim to his torture as a child. There was something wrong with Grimm, but really there was something wrong with the Oglethorpe's, herself included. Shoving down the guilt, Alison laughed along as Sean made a joke about the half breed he was partnered with in potions.

#, as written by Issa
Kye Reid & Adeline Knox


Kye leaned forward in his seat as Lavender called back down the table, "I'm going to need it if you've entered, heard you're rather brilliant in charms and what not." Kye grinned back in reply and gave a shrug. His friend beside him gave Kye a nudge in the ribs,
"Birlliant at charms, aye?" Kye's friend Oslo chuckled, "Didn't you get one of the top scores in the class?"
Kye shrugged again, he couldn't lie. He was good at charms, the incantations that one learnt in that class were necessary when dueling and Kye, being one of the heads of the Hogwarts' Dueling Club, made sure he did his best in the subject. He was a true Ravenclaw in that respect, he would put all his effort into achieving and doing well. When he had sat his O.W.Ls he had studied long hours before each exam and his results had been his reward.

A snide comment from a neighbouring Slytherin, a boy named Grimm, pulled Kye's attention away from his friends and the food on his plate and towards the disturbance. The boy's taunt of Mudblood to Lavender was shocking to hear in the Great Hall. No doubt Grimm thought the teachers at the head table were well out of hearing distance but the boy hadn't counted on other students leaping to the muggle born girl's defense.
Kye barely caught the spell that a dark haired girl cast but he saw the result, the cup Grimm was drinking from spilled over onto the boy's robes. Grimm leapt to his feet. His anger was clear and if it hadn't been for the appearance of another Slytherin girl, his sister Kye guessed, than something was sure to have happened. As it was the other Oglethorpe sibling, Allison, stopped her brother and then made her own cutting remark towards the dark haired girl before sitting back down.

As a prefect Kye was meant to help keep the peace. He was meant to stop students fighting and from using magic in the corridors. The whole situation had come and gone almost too quickly for him to do anything. The girl who had cast the spell, who was wearing a Beauxbatons' uniform, had techhnically broken the rules too but given the circumstance Kye decided to let this one slide.. He had enjoyed Grimm's expression of surprise as the cup had spilled over him.


From where Adie was sitting, at the Gryffindor table, she couldn't make out any of what was said from the Slytherin table. Nor did she see the spell that the dark haired, Beauxbatons girl either. It wasn't rare for Slytherin's to mock students, especially the ones who thought purebloods were so much better than muggleborns. Even after voldemort had been defeated the views on magical blood were still held by a lot of the pureblood families. Her mother's grandparents also seemed to think that muggleborns shouldn't be associated with, hence their initial anger when Adie's mother had married one.
"Adie? Adie!" Adie was jerked out of her thoughts by Jeanna, her friend, insistently tapping her on the shoulder.
"What?" Adie asked, pulling her eyes away from the scene and towards her friends.
"What did it feel like? Putting your name in the goblet I mean." The question brought a smile to Adie's face,
"It felt like I had grown from a small, defenseless child into a powerful, confident witch." Adie said, straight-faced. Jeanna pulled a face and giggled. Adie's face eventually gave way to a grin as well, before she let her attention be drawn back to the goblet and the large number of other students who were putting their names in. There certainly were a lot of them going for it, she wondered how the goblet actually chose the champion for each school. Was it just luck?

Generally around such a time of year, despite her lack of zeal for most things involving herself, Lavender would be swollen with glee because of her upcoming birthday. Sable eyes rolled upward to peer curiously at the tapers which jounced at a leisure pace while ghosts passed beneath. Wonder what Mum is going to send this year, she pondered to herself and finished her pumpkin juice. The glass refilled itself and edged towards her waiting hand. Aside from the interaction that just occurred between herself and fellow classmate Kye, Grimm's jabbing and the occasional conversing with professors, Lavender wasn't much of a talker.

Without a smidge of shame, Mylor spotted Lavender's coffee tresses and nearly leapt across the Ravenclaw table to get to her. He was practically sitting in her lap like an agog toddler when he forced room to be made for himself. His slightly shaggy chestnut hair veiled his eyes until he puffed upward and solicited Lavender for information, "Were you scared? Did the flame burn you?"

Lavender's reply was postponed as her inspection once against crossed the Beauxbaton girl with ebony hair and ivory skin that had a glow which would make anyone want to touch it. She approached the goblet as it sizzled, snapping flames and swallowing designations. Obstinacy laced her expression as she unhanded a small piece of paper that the inferno gobbled happily, causing Lavender to simper with approval and admiration. With Beauxbaton trademarked grace, the girl turned on her heel and paced away from the chalice and advanced the Ravenclaw table.

"It didn't burn me, bet you're gutted you are."
"A bit! Hey, do you think you'll be one of the chosen?" He eagerly ventured.
"Really doubt it, what with other Ravenclaws entering who are prefects."
"Absolute tosh, Lavender! Your O.W.L.S were beastly!"
"Seems not to matter when you're a half breed…" She sighed.
"You talking about that useless knob Grimm? He ought to shut his gob, I mean honestly!"

Grimm's head snapped in their direction, a scheming slander short of escaping his mouth as the Beauxbaton girl came out of nowhere. His eyes turned steel as she glowered at him. The entire stare-down made Lavender fidget with discomfort, anticipating what would happen next, then…

"Expelliarmus!"

Grimm was up in tumults at the girl's retaliation that caused his pants to be drenched - what she was retaliating for, nobody could be sure. But visceral as she was, Lavender bit back a smile and nodded with appreciation, "Th-thank you. And to you as well." Her black tresses almost disappeared down the latitude between Slytherin and Ravenclaw when Grimm's sister rose to her feet and rushed to her brother's aide, briefly maligning the Beauxbaton before sitting back down beside a fellow Slytherin who snipped some insult about mudbloods and their proponents.

Lavender sagged in posture, her hand falling away from the binding of, "A History of Magic." Mylor glanced at her, then back at Grimm and, for once said nothing. He picked up on Lavender's chagrin and simply patted her back, "You're a brilliant witch, Lavender Dippitt. Everyone knows that."

Softly, she elbowed the first-year away and abandoned her books as she stood from the table and hastened away from the noise and occupants of the hall. Mylor frowned a bit, looking after her and gathering her books in his arms to return to her at a later time. Once far enough away, Lavender stopped a few feet from the girl's lavatory in a hallway lined with mirrors, a fair distance from the grand vestibule where she quickly plummeted from conquest to embarrassment. A small hand lifted to press some hair from her face, scrutinizing her reflection. Elitist purebloods considered her a sinful creation, something polluted and unclean. But now this much was publicized thanks to Grimm, his sister and his friends. Everyone saw what happened.

ImageWhat Lavender saw in the mirror didn't appear much different from anyone else in her eyes, anyway. The weight of her ingress and the insults she received caused her to quietly inhale and exhale as tears rimmed her burnt sienna eyes. She stood alone in the quiet entryway.

"You stop it now. Don't you cry. He's just a bit shirty and it'll get sussed in no time. Bloody bullying never got to you before." She spoke softly to herself, whispers echoing in the hall like ghostly rustles.

Sonny Oglethorpe


Eventually most people had calmed down, the tension passing. Grimm had began to unstiffen, though he continued to throw dirty looks to the young women who had scorned him. Alison found his skittish behaviour pestering and distracting, despite her friends cracking jokes around them. Once he huffed with distress, like a displeased infant. Rolling her eyes, Sonny dropped her silverware so it clattered onto her plate. "You are such a bloody baby."

Gathering her things, Sonny somehow managed to seem still face as she readied to leave. Annoyed, her brother grabbed her arm, pulling her close. "If memory serves right, you're the baby." Yanking her arm back, Sonny gave her sibling an expression that let him know she didn't have the patience for his antics today. Straightening her gray and silver tie, she narrowed her eyes down at Grimm.

"Don't force me to make a fool of you, Grimm - I really don't want to have to do that." Her tone had dropped, low and serious. Once the silence between herself and Grimm indicated she had won this stand off, she draped her cloak over her fore arm that gripped her books as if they were a life line. As she walked away, her black pleated skirt swished against the back of her silken thighs, having hemmed the fabric to a suggestive length like most fast girls her age did.

She felt some eyes on her as she walked out, wether it was from the confrontation with her brother or because she looked damn great in a gray sweater vest over a white Oxford button down she didn't care. It wouldn't be long before everyone else was released back to their dormitories, and if Sonny wanted to make it back before their curfew, she would have to move quickly. Her black penny loafers padded down the halls at a rapid pace before rounding onto a vast hall.

Checking that no one had followed her, she slowly paced down the hall, eyes closed. "I need a place to unwind, a place to be me..." She thought, taking slow yet deliberate steps.

It wasn't so much as she heard the door appear as much as she felt it. Molding before her was a red oak door, ornate designs carved into the wood. Bearing a grin of satisfaction, Sonny made sure to check both ways before turning the brass knob and entering her haven. The room was all white, with an easel and art supplies in the middle of the room. Although there were bean bags strewn casually around the room, they served no purpose since Alison always appeared here alone. It didn't seem like much at first, but that was because Alison was looking too hard at first.

With a purpose, Alison walked to the easel. With every step, where her foot made contact with the floor, a prismatic range of colors would bloom around her foot, sending out ripples of colors and patterns. Soon intricate patterns were being drawn across the room by some unknown force, colors blending and crossing over each other. It was beautiful in an abstract way, and Sonny's hands began to work to keep up. As if an extension of herself, the brush swept across the canvas with a purpose. Every stroke was intentional and part of the big picture. Sonny remembered a quote she had once read from a muggle book, in art, there are no mistakes.

There was something oddly relieving in that thought, that no matter what may come along that she in no way could mess up. It was all about her own interpretation on things, liberating her mind. What was funny about the world of magic was that they held all the discipline and structure while the muggles inhabited wonder and curiosity. Supposedly themselves were the ones liberated, shaking her head, Sonny stood back to look at her creation. It wasn't much, but it was her own expression, and that was enough for her. Sighing, the spindly blonde put away her painting, and did her best to wipe off the paint that stained her fingers. Unaware of the time, she couldn't have been gone longer than thirty minutes. Perhaps there was still some time to kill before she would have to return to her home infested with snakes. Praying she wouldn't run into anyone in her circle and be forced into another pathetic excuse for a conversation. Sonny quite enjoyed the alone time she stole from her housemates, it was in this time she was able to reflect on things, think out her daily dilemmas. Sighing, Sonny rounded the corner to see nearly headless Nick. Although the Bloody Baron was the ghost who represented her house, Sonny much preferred the company of Nick - who was much friendlier. Plus he remembered her name even though she wasn't in his house. "Roaming the halls again, young Alison?"

He had stated the obvious, yet the blonde nodded along, keeping pace with the ghost as he continued. "You know there used to be a bunch of scallys who would always be in 'ese end of the halls...only one reason though." Giving her an all knowing look, it was all the girl could do not to smile at the fragment of a man. Before she could respond, the ghost asked, "I wonder what your reason is?" Before floating off and out of view.

Pursing her lips, Sonny pushed the allusive behaviour of the ghost out of her mind before letting herself fall into a respective fast paced step. She would look into the photographs of the frames she passed, nodding at those she had spoken to before on one of her walks. It probably wouldn't be long until those within the great hall would be dismissed, and if she wanted to avoid those from her house Alison knew the halls to avoid of the most common routes Slytherins would take from the hall to their dorms. Hopefully she would be able to sneak past everyone later on and avoid talking about what had happened at the great hall. Honestly she was so fed up with the bull shit her brother kept starting, and the boy was such a coward at heart. He probably didn't even enter in the triwizard tournament, she made a mental note to ask later.

Not that Sonny could blame him if he didn't. It was a very intimidating competition, and besides even if Grimm entered his name he wouldn't be chosen. Sonny trusted the goblet had better judgement then that. She was of age, but the whole idea of battling it out seemed too old school for her. Sure she excelled in the Duel team tournaments, but when it came to genuine competition Sonny wasn't very good at forcing herself to care. But it didn't hurt just to put her name in, right? If she wasn't meant for it, then her name wouldn't be called. If her name was called, well....

The Slytherin boy leapt to his feet, his face flushed bright red, clearly going to be making a scene of it. Deirdre rolled her eyes. She hadn't expected anything less from this type - over dramatic, those kind. She couldn't stand them at all and the fact he was a pureblood elitist disgusted her to no end - She herself was a pureblood, but she felt no overwhelming sense of pride in it at all, she honestly wouldn't care if she was muggle born. She based her respect for everyone on their skills and actions, like her mother and father had taught her. The boy's little circle seemed to encourage him to do something, probably to 'teach her a lesson'. She just looked at him, waiting for him to do whatever it was he was planning to do - right now he looked infuriated, like an irritable child. Suddenly, a blonde girl was at his side and Deirdre wasn't sure if she was going to assist him or try to get him to back down. When she gripped his arm and said something to him in a low voice that Deirdre didn't catch, she relaxed and merely looked at the two with a raised brow. Upon looking at the girl a bit closer, she wondered if she and the boy were siblings - they certainly did resemble each other rather a lot. If they weren't, she'd be surprised. Looking back at him cooly, she watched as he finally slithered back to his friends. Turning her gaze back to the blonde, Deirdre kept her expression cool and seemingly disinterested. Hmm. Apparently she was right, the two were siblings. A smirk touched her rosy lips at what the girl said, unable to help but be amused. "Believe me, I wouldn't want to be your mother." She told her, honestly and then turned back to the Ravenclaw table, sliding her wand back into the pocket of her uniform.

Deirdre nodded once at the Lavender girl's words. "Thanks." She said and then turned to leave, but paused. "Don't pay any mind to them. They're just stuck up little prats." She told her and then glanced at the rest of the Ravenclaws briefly, two other brown haired girls who appeared to be about the same age as she was along with a boy which hadn't spoken and had blonde hair. And what appeared to be a first year student. "Good luck to you as well." She said, turning her emerald green gaze back to the older male at the table who she'd seen enter his name earlier. She then began walking back to her table, receiving curious looks from the other students. She didn't really want to be sitting with the Beauxbatons but she didn't have much of a choice at the moment. Oh well, at least the food looked good, she thought as she took a sip of her pumpkin juice. One of the first things Deirdre wanted to do now that she was at Hogwarts, was join the Dueling Club. Whenever given the chance to duel, she had enjoyed it greatly and the idea of getting to do it more often was exciting to her - also, if that Slytherin boy was in the club, she'd love to have the opportunity to knock him on his ass. Deciding to take her thoughts elsewhere, she recalled the paper she had been reading earlier, in the carriage. She had picked up the most recent Daily Prophet and had been startled at what was on the front page. A report on the murder of a family a little ways from Hogwarts, but what Deirdre had found to be particularly eerie about the murder, was what had been written on the walls of their home and was captured with a photograph: A savior has risen. The message made her want to shudder. The murder was being investigated heavily, apparently there was leads connecting it to a dark wizard who they had been chasing for a couple of months. "A savior has risen"...What the bloody hell did that mean?

Alexi let out a short whistle after the headmaster’s introduction. Of course he had read about the previous Triwizard tournament, but actually being a part of it was something new altogether. And it seemed Beauxbatons was still trying to show off as much as before. He suppressed the urge to mock them, no doubt there would be plenty of opportunities for that later. Their previous participation had after all been rather embarrassing. Last place until Voldemort’s return derailed the tournament. He hoped it would be the same this year. While he didn’t really care for Durmstrang, they at least had the decency to sit at the right table. Their table.
Still, a muscular Durmstrang student seemed eager to leave. Alexi tried to memorize the man’s face. One thing was for sure, he was different, though a bit asocial. He at the very least had drawn Alexi’s attention, which was more than could be said for those Beauxbaton peacocks.
As he saw the people line up, a satisfied smirk appeared on his face. Now this was the opportunity of a lifetime. If he could somehow end up being chosen, he might not only be able to make a name for himself, but also one for his house. Slytherin had been reviled enough the last years after Voldemort. And actions like Grimm’s didn’t help either. It was stupid and without style. Showing such discord in the presence of other schools, it was simply disgraceful.

He gave Victoria a quick thumbs up when he saw her enter her name. He turned towards his neighbour on his left, a tall guy named Bors. They got along quite well, even though Bors was a bit more vocal about his views on purebloods and the rest of the wizarding society.
“She might make it you know. I wouldn’t mind too much, I’d rather have a Slytherin than any of those other houses,” he mumbled, sipping from his pumpkin juice.
“Are you not going to enter Alexi?” Bors replied, “I’d say this is just the competition for you. Besting dragons, humiliating foreigners and so forth,” he added.
“Of course I will,” Alexi responded, grinning, but I’m just waiting till the line is a bit shorter. Besides, this way I can keep tabs on anyone entering. Those two Durmstrangs looked capable enough but I think,” his conversation was cut short when the girl in Beauxbatons uniform passed and did a slight gesture with her wand. Alexi had almost missed it.
“Did you see that? Looks like Beauxbatons is already showing off,” he whispered, grinning, “though it was about time someone put Grimm in his place. I just hope this doesn’t cause an international dispute,” he added, only partially joking. It would be extremely embarrassing if Slytherin would be battling Beauxbatons on day one. At least Alison intervened before things got uglier, though her comment had hinted af quite some future trouble. As the rest of their table resorted to their traditional rude comments on mudbloods, Alexi scribbled his name on a piece of paper. He was no longer willing to hear it. He shoved his chair back and walked up to the goblet. He wasn’t sure whether purebloods like himself were superior. Even if they were, but the whole show surrounding it was starting to get awfully dull. It was all fine to close the ranks, but his house sometimes took it too far.
Alexi paused in front of the goblet and slowly held up the paper before ceremoniously dropping it in the goblet. He made a quick bow and returned to his table. The show had begun.
“I’m sure you’ll get picked Alexi,” Bors commented, “after all, I’m not participating.”
“Oh really? I’m sure Hogwarts has lost a potential champion, so why stayout of it? Did you forget how to write your own name?” Alexi retorted. They both knew all too well Bors wasn’t cut out for these competitions. He was a great wizard and a fearsome duellist, but he lacked creativity and that was something no doubt required for this tournament. Alexi leaned back and resumed his survey of the hall.

“Where did that Ravenclaw girl go to? Think she’s okay?” Alexi asked, slightly worried. Grimm’s bullying wasn’t something most people brushed aside easily.
“The one Grimm picked on? Who cares? She’s no pureblood like us. She should be glad she’s even allowed to attend the school at all,” Bors bellowed loudly, “that Beauxbatons girl should be glad Alison intervened, otherwise Grimm would have blasted her into pieces!” he slammed his fist on the table. Some nearby Slytherins clapped him on the back but Alexi just sighed.
“I’m not so sure about that Bors. Let’s not underestimate her just yet,” Alexi muttered softly. That little spell had revealed quite some skill, “we might be purebloods, but that doesn’t mean we win by default,” he emptied his cup and sighed, “I suppose I should go welcome these newcomers? As the future Hogwarts Triwizard tournament representative I might as well get to know my opponents. Then again, I’m liking my current chair quite a lot. If anyone really wants to talk to me, they might as well get over here,” he concluded as he refilled his cup.

“Say, did anyone read the daily prophet today?” he asked loudly, not aiming his question at anyone in particular. He just hoped someone would pick up on it. Bors did it, but unfortunately he had mostly looked at the quidditch results.
"I didn't mean the stupid quidditch game! I meant the murder!" Alexi replied brusquely, quickly giving his friend and the other nearby Slytherins a resume.

Footsteps light as a feather, gliding across the halls of Hogwarts Alison's foot steps were almost soundless. Keeping out a sharp ear, Alison climbed the spiraling stone case stairs that led into the owlry which her brothers owl Hester resided when he wasn't out sending her brothers lists of complaints about everyone else and how great he was to their parents. But Hester was available to Alison when needed be, no matter how small the journey was.

Cooing to the barn owl, Alison hoisted herself onto the ledge, precariously stretching herself the ledge as if a cat. Draping her cloak over her exposed legs, reaching a dainty hand into her pocket she withdrew a lump of charcoal, and with the other hand she grabbed her sketch book. Perhaps being a triwizard competitor wouldn't be so bad. She remembered the last tournament there had been a pretty blonde representing Beauxbatons, if memory served right the girl hadn't done so well. Maybe Alison was meant to be damage control for blonde witches across the world. Chuckling, Alison used her charcoal to write across the paper.

Made it to see a few people put their names in the goblet.
I think I might too.
I'll see you tomorrow.


There was no name, but Hester would know who to take it to. Watching the barn owl sail into the indigo starry sky and dive somewhere into the forest just beyond their boundaries. Biting her lip in contemplation, she waited a few beats before leaving the owlry and walking through the bell tower to lead into the courtyard.

She was surprised that she hadn't ran into anybody yet, but in such a massive castle such as Hogwarts it had to be difficult to survey each hall 24/7. But a stirring in the bushes nearby made Alison do a double take, unable to make out what had made the noise. Paranoid, the girl withdrew her wand, the willow melding into the palm of her hand. "Lumos." She whispered.

The tip of her wand glowed as if a flash light, illuminating her path. Inching forward, Alison kept her position as defensive as she neared the bush. Her mind was going over every incantation she had memorized, filtering out the ones she thought could come to use, and her curiosity caused her to push aside the shrubbery and peer beneath the greenery.

"Boo!"

Squealing, Alison stumbled back. She had attempted to say, "Avis", but having been startled the charm came out more as - 'Ah-VEEEEES', resulting in a puff of feathers exploding from her wand and fluttering around her. Falling flat on her bum, Alison winced as her wand skittered out several feet. A cackling stream of laughter made her tilt her head in annoyance, as mischief himself cut through the air just past her. "Sneaky sneaky snake! Why aren't you with your mates?" Peeves crowed, hanging upside down before her.

Huffing with annoyance, Alison got to her feet to shrug on her cloak, brushing what feathers she could see off of herself. "Accio wand." Floating from several feet away, the very tip of her wand was still illuminated as it zoomed through the air and back into her hand. "Nox." she said, cutting the light.

Annoyed that she was ignoring his antics, as Alison walked away and into the corridors, the poltergeist followed her, phasing through the wall. "Now what's the wee little Oogle - Thorpe gots on her dense little mind?" He jested. Brushing away the pest, still Alison pretended as if she hadn't heard a thing, taking determined steps toward the dungeon halls she was sure the Bloody Baron haunted. Recognizing her route, the poltergeist blew a raspberry in annoyance before floating elsewhere to cause trouble.

Halting her footsteps, Allison watched him float off and waited to be sure he wasn't coming back before changing her direction. Frankly the ghostly encounters she kept having weren't making her walk all she wanted to be, but she couldn't get very mad when they had been there for hundreds of years before she came along.

However as she rounded into the hall that led past the library, footsteps left her cursing herself for being spiteful for the ghosts she would run to, at least her house wouldn't be deducted points from one of them. Panicked, she hid behind a knight in shining armour, crouching in hopes she would remain unseen to whoever was passing - praying it was neither a teacher nor a prefect, but perhaps her luck was running out.

Faye Vess


Faye sat quietly at the Ravenclaw table as the events unfolded. She sat towards the head of the table, close to the other seventh years and welcomed the new first years like a good prefect should. She watched intently as the Headmaster announced their visitors and about the Triwizard Tournament. For a moment, she considered entering herself, but her attention was drawn back as Lavender from her house boldly stepped forward as the first entrant. While Lavender wasn't her best friend,(that title belonged to Cerridwen Kettleburn) she could consider them good friends. She clapped for her along with a few other students, but then the whole business with Grimm happened. She was angry, not only because he bullied her friend, but also for what he called her. It was distasteful and disrespectful, but then again when had Grimm ever been classy and respectful in the first place? Faye herself had been subject to his name-calling on more than one occasion, but she had grown used to it and never took anything the arrogant brat said to heart. She wanted to put him in his place, but how to do so without drawing any attention to herself? Her problem was soon solved for her by a girl from Beauxbatons. When the prestigious academy first arrived, Faye's first thought was how vapid the school must be, but after the raven-haired girl's display of chivalry, Faye found she had new respect for them.

Faye listened as best she could from her spot as Grimm's sister Alison rebuked Lavender's savior. She chuckled at the Beauxbaton's girl response, which was very clever. She glanced back as Alison reclaimed her seat with her group of lackeys. While Grimm didn't scare her, his sister was another matter entirely. She seemed intimidating to Faye, though she had no real reason to fear her.

Faye's attention was brought back as Kye, her fellow prefect, went to submit his own name into the Goblet with the girl he always hung around with in Gryffindor. As more and more people gathered and put their name in the Goblet, Faye couldn't help but wonder if she should enter as well. After a few moments of deliberation she decided she would come later, when no one else was around and enter. After all, her father would be immensely proud of her if she was selected. She smile to herself and sipped at her pumpkin juice as Cerridwen spoke about whether or not she should enter. Unbeknownst to Cerridwen, Faye's attention was not on her, it was watching as Lavender left the table upset followed by a Durmstrang boy. Another Durmstrang boy boldly went and sat with Kye's friend, Adeline.





Alistair Webb


Another prefect, Alistair, sat happily chatting with his friends at the Hufflepuff table. He was seemingly oblivious to the events of the Ravenclaw table, even though the Great Hall had quieted to eavesdrop. As he looked to the professors at the Head Table, disapproval was written all over their faces at Grimm's actions. For Grimm to act that way in front of the visiting foreigners was unacceptable and gave Hogwarts a bad reputation, especially after the events of the past with pureblood mania.

After the drama stopped and Grimm was put in his place, the events resumed with young hopefuls entering their name in the Goblet one after another. Alistair bounded towards the forming line taking his place among other entrants. As he stepped up to the intimidating Goblet, he quickly scrawled his name on spare bit of parchment he dug from within his robes. He stared the Goblet down as he entered his name, almost daring it to spit it from the flames and reject him. To his delight, it devoured the paper and glowed with yellow-red flames. The flames turned back to their blue hue as he was about to sit down next to Kaylee, who he was good friends with, when she bounded up and went to introduce herself to the Beauxbaton's. Sighing he turned to his other friends and talked to them about his hopes for another Hufflepuff participant.

Deirdre looked after Lavender as she fled the hall, frowning in concern. She had thought that she had seemed okay, but there she was leaving in a hurry - Deirdre was about to go after her, but not a moment later the two Durmstrangs she'd seen earlier were headed after her, although one stopped and made his way to the Gryffindor table. The blonde girl - the sister of the obnoxious Slytherin left too and she hoped she wouldn't make any trouble for the Lavender girl and the Durmstrang. She turned her head back to her table just as someone bounded up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder which just about made her jump out of her skin as she wasn't anticipating it with all the distractions about. She raised a brow at the bouncy creature which had just approached her - a short girl with blonde her and a fedora who was introducing herself as Kaylee, a Hufflepuff. "Deirdre of Beauxbatons." She said simply, a hint of her Irish accent still present in her voice despite all the years she'd studied in France. "And yes, I am the transfer student." She told her, wondering how this girl knew that about her or if she was just guessing when it could be any number of them. Well, what she'd heard of the Hufflepuff house seemed true enough to her at the moment. The girl then said something Deirdre hadn't expected in the slightest - to come join them at their table if she'd. For a moment the raven haired girl just stared at her in surprise. "Uhm," She said, stalling for time to get her head straight. Normally she would have declined, but since she was still sitting with the Beauxbatons, and as she reminded herself, would like to make friends, she thought better of refusing. "Sure." She said, nodding once. "Thank you." Deirdre tacked on, hastily and a bit awkwardly taking the blonde girl's hand, clearly not used to such offerings - more often then not at Beauxbatons she would go eat in the library or outside alone as opposed to joining the others in the dining hall.

Faintly, she heard someone mention the dailey prophet and struggled to catch the rest of what they said, but she caught the word 'murder'. Turning her head, she spotted the blonde haired boy when had spoken - A Slytherin. She was tempted, to go over and speak to him, to discuss it but she already just agreed to go with the cheery Hufflepuff (She wondered if they were all like that and instantly thought she felt a migraine coming on at the idea of having mass numbers of exuberant people around her). It would be rude to suddenly decline and so she looked toward the Hufflepuff table, seeing yet another upbeat looking young man with dark brown hair. ...I really hope I didn't just get myself into trouble. She thought, trying not to sigh. She then turned her emerald eyes to the Kaylee creature. "So, uhm. Do you like it here?" She asked, lamely, not entirely sure what to talk about. She was tempted to ask about the dueling team but had no idea if the girl would be interested in that topic at all. She didn't strike her as much of a fighter.

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Adie Knox


Adie smiled at Vladimir's quick assessment of Jeanna's boy shyness. Indeed conversation with Jeanna when a male around was hard, even impossible since she often closed up completely and wouldn't talk.
"Jeanne has a talent for odd spells." Adie admitted, out of the corner of her eye she could see that Jeanna was slightly less red than earlier, no doubt her curiousity at what Adie and Vladimir were doing was getting the better of her shyness.

"Well you have the four houses: Gryffindor, the best house," Adie couldn't help but grin at that. Of course she thought Gryffindor was the best, she was in it after all. "Ravenclaw has intelligence, Hufflepuff are nice and loyal and Slytherin are ambitious and cunning. We get sorted into our house in our first year and they become our school family" Adie couldn't help but let the hint of disdain into her thoughts as she mentioned Slytherin. The house was still thought of as the 'dark' house, something that Voldemort's attack on Hogwarts had only helped to emphasis.
She shrugged when thinking about the student activities, "I'm sure Durmstrang has plenty of places for students to relax. Hogwarts has nice grounds in the summer and Hogsmeade is always a short trip away. And we have a quidditch cup between the houses, do you play quidditch? Who do you support?"

It was, possibly, a rather abrupt change of topic but in Adie's nearly everything linked back to Quidditch. She couldn't fathom a place where quidditch wasn't played but since Durmstrang, to her knowledge, didn't have houses she wondered how they were able to play.

Kye Reid


Kye pushed himself to his feet, fighting back another yawn.
"I'll see you later Os," He said to his friend who was still disappointed that he wouldn't play him in Wizard's chess. Kye left the hall, glancing and noting that Adie seemed to be in conversation with a Durmstrang student. Kye grinned, no doubt she was already grilling the boy on his quidditch preferences.

The walk to the prefects' bathroom was largely uneventful. Some students seemed to be on their way to bed but the majority were chatting in excited groups. As he walked Kye broke up the younger groups, sending them to their houses and bed. The only things being discussed were the Durmstrang and Beauxbaton students and the goblet. He had more than a few 'good lucks' thrown his way which he waved off with an easy smile. He didn't know what his chances of being picked were, a lot of Hogwarts' students had already submitted their names and no doubt more would do so when the hall was empty. Of course he would love if he was picked, becoming the Hogwarts' champion was definitely a title he could live with.

As he reached the corridors near the prefects' bathroom the students began to disappear until he was walking alone through the stone hallways. His footsteps echoed around him and down the hall. Up ahead he could make out a statue of a knight. Kye stopped in his tracks as a flash of cloth flashed behind the statue. Who was hiding behind the statue? Kye grinned, he loved catching students in places where they shouldn't be. While he didn't often give out detentions or take away points, unless the student was really bad, he did enjoy teasing students. Besides it was still early enough that students were allowed out.

Taking quiet steps Kye edged his way towards the statue before sticking his head around the side to see the hiding student. He recognised the blonde slytherin, Alison, her name was. She had been one of the students from the drama in the hall and now here she was hiding behind a statue. Well, that was certainly interesting.
"And what are you doing?" He asked, putting on his serious prefect voice. He managed, somehow, to keep the smile off his face as he leaned against the marble knight and waited for the girl to answer.

Closing her eyes, Alison willed herself to meld with the wall behind her, attempting to blend in with her surroundings. She didn't even realize she was holding her breath until she sighed with grief, opening her eyes to see a prefect from Ravenclaw. His tone was stern, causing Alison to wince. Although students were allowed to roam the halls to a certain extent, during such a grand event attendance on the grand hall was more than suggested.

Creeping from behind the knight that hadn't offered enough shelter, Alison scratched the back of her neck, attempting a laugh. "See, Peeves chased me down this hall when I was on my way do my dormitory." She said simply, as if that explained everything. As he opened his mouth to speak again, it struck Alison he would most likely ask why she was hidden behind the decor. Cutting him off before he began to speak, she added "I ran behind this gentleman so that Peeves would leave me be." She rested a hand on the knights arm graciously, an edge of humour to her words.

The prefect surely was in her brothers class, and Alison was sure she knew his name - it was just a matter of remembering it. Never having been on good with names, Sonny mostly relied on others or making up last minute nicknames when she had to refer to others. But as her own hazel eyes traced his features, she was sure she knew his name. Dawning on her, her expression was on of realization, then causing the corners of her lips to tug into a becoming smile. "You're name is Kye...right?" Her dulcet tone was genuine, stripped of her usual attitude she had the tendency to take with those outside her circle.

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Faye Vess


The night was drawing on and the headmaster dismissed everyone from the Great Hall. Some older students milled around, talking to the foreigners, but Faye was a prefect and took her duty very seriously. She was responsible for making sure the new first years of her house would make it to the Ravenclaw house safe and sound. As soon as they were all dismissed, Faye was one of the first to jump up. She clapped her hands to draw the attention of the new young people and spoke for what seemed like the first time that night. "Alright, all Ravenclaw first years please form a line behind me please. Cerridwen hoped up to walk beside her as they left the hall followed by nervous newcomers. They made their way up the Grand Staircase when one of them decide to turn suddenly. The fear on the first years faces was evident but Faye calmly explained, "Do be careful on the staircases, they like to change." They passed by a corridor where Kye could be seen talking to the Slytherin girl who was Grimm's sister. "Hello, Kye. Hello Allison." She said as she passed them by, suddenly remembering the girl's name. One would think that Kye would be helping her escort the first years, but this was normal almost every year. He patrolled the corridors while she escorted the new ones. They had agreed on it when they first came to be prefects in the fifth year.

They finally arrived at the trapdoor to the Ravenclaw common room after the trek up the winding spiral staircase. She knocked three times with the knocker, preparing to answer the question it would inevitably ask. The Raven's mouth on the door opened and out flowed a serene voice. "What is it that no man ever yet see, which never was, but always is to be?" Faye thought for a moment before the answer came to her. "The answer is tomorrow." The raven's mouth opened once more and the voice drifted out again. "You are correct." The door clicked and Faye pushed it open, walking the rest of the way up the staircase. Cerridwen followed closely behind and held the door for the first years. As they entered the common room some gasped. It was circular and spacious while still remaining cozy. If you listened closely enough, you could hear the wind whistling through the many windows. Once the last child came through she asked them to gather in a semi-circle. "My name is Faye Vess and I will be be one of your prefects this year. As you just witnessed, we don't have a password to enter the common room. To enter, you knock on the door three times and you must answer the question that is posed to you. If you answer incorrectly, the door will not open. Many of the questions require you to think hard on the question and answer wisely, as it is expected of a Ravenclaw. To your left is the boys' dormitory and to your right is the girls'. Your rooms will be marked with a sign saying 'First Years'. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask me or another prefect. That being said, if you are caught misbehaving, points will be taken from the house. If you do well in classes and do good deeds, points will be awarded to the house. Any prefect of any house can take away or reward points. Your classes will be assigned to you in the morning after breakfast by our Head of House, Professor Flitwick so it is important that you are there in the morning. I believe that is all there is to say, sir bedso everybody get a good night's rest." With that, she dismissed them to their beds. As they filed off Faye turned to Cerridwen. "I'm not really ready to go to sleep, I think I'll go help Kye patrol the halls for a while." Cerridwen nodded and turned to go to their room.

Faye exited the tower and walked back down the corridors. She came upon the corridor with the mirrors where the Durmstrang boy and Lavender were. "Hello, Lavender." She didn't know how to introduce herself to the Durmstrang student, so she said a simple "Hello." to him. They seemed to be talking among themselves and she didn't want to be rude so she went on her way past them. She was bored and decided to make her way back to the Great Hall to perhaps talk with the other students that remained. The Hufflepuffs were nice enough and she saw a friend of her's, Alistair, talking to one of the Beauxbaton's girls and Kaylee, the blond-headed girl with a love for hats. She sat between Alistair and another Hufflepuff whose name she couldn't recall. She said a quick "Hey, what's up?" to him before grabbing a pastry from his plate and taking a bite.





Alistair Webb


Alistair's attention was brought back as Kaylee came and introduced the Beauxbaton's girl as "Dei-Dei". He gave a broad smile to the girl and extended his hand to her. "I see Kaylee has already given you a nickname. My name is apparently Ali, short for Alistair." he said jokingly. He had long since grown used to the silly girl and her nicknames for everybody. He had no problems with it, in fact he thought it was rather cute. He was turning back to his plate to eat one of the delicious pastries when he found it gone. He turned to his left to see it in the hands of Faye, one of his good friends from Ravenclaw. She gave him a smile that plainly said she had eaten the sweet. He gave her a stern look and said, "If were anyone else, I would have taken points away for that, but I'll be nice." He smiled back at her and looked behind her to his friend, Miles. It was no secret to anyone in Hufflepuff that Miles had a huge crush on Faye, ever since their first year. In fact, everyone but Faye was aware of it. Alistair gave Miles a suggestive look, implying that he should ask her out, finally. Miles gave a quick shake of his head, mouthing "not yet". Faye was quite oblivious to the whole exchange, though it was in plain view of everyone else.

Alistair turned his attention to the head of the table, seeing that the other prefects had taken the first years to the common room. If he was completely honest with himself, he was never a good prefect. He thought he was only chosen because everyone liked him. Kaylee had spoken again warning "DeiDei" to be careful around him. "You don't have to worry about me, it's Faye here you should look out for." he said gesturing to the girl behind him. "What's you real name if you don't mind me asking? Nicknames are more of Kaylee's thing." He said smiling at the blond beside him.

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Adie Knox

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Kye Reid


Adie smiled as he tried to guess which position she played. "Chaser or seeker?"
He was right on the mark, "I play Chaser for the Gryffindor team." She admitted, "I doubt that the sweetwater All-stars will do well. They aren't quite on the same level as most of the other teams."

She took a sip of her drink, momentarily breaking their connection as her attention wondered around the great hall. It appeared that most people were leaving now. Adie shrugged and turned her mind back to Vladimir, he was much more interesting to talk to than anyone she would find in the common room.

"So tell me a bit about Durmstrang." She asked, making sure their connection was complete again, "Are you and the other two that came from your school the top students?"
She assumed that Durmstrang, as well as Bauexbaton wouldn't send their average or least talented students so it only made sense that those who had come to try and compete in the TriWizard Tournament were the top from their respective schools.

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Kye waited as the girl, Allison, explained why she was behind the statue. Kye had to fight hard from keeping a smile off his face as she recounted her story about Peeves. The poltergeist was definitely a nuisance and he could well believe him tormenting students.
The girl finished her tale and her eyes began searching Kye's face, perhaps trying to remember his name or simply wondering if he would punish her. Finally she smiled and spoke,
"You're name is Kye...right?"
There was none of the cold, cutting tones in her voice that he had heard earlier in the Great Hall. Instead she sounded genuinely friendly.

Just as Kye was about to confirm that that was indeed his name a group of first year Ravenclaws walked by, led by Faye Vess. She was a fellow Ravenclaw prefect. Kye always let her take the first years up to the tower since she seemed to enjoy it and it left Kye to enjoy his own time.
"Hello Kye. Hello Allison." Faye said as she passed the two, confirming Allison's question. Kye nodded in response and grinned at the first years. No doubt more than a few of them were feeling overwhelmed with all that the day had shown them.

After they left Kye returned his attention to Allison,
"Kye Reid." He said, "And you are Allison if I am not mistaken."
Kye couldn't help but grin as he had a thought,
"Do you usually return to the Slytherin common rooms by this route? I thought your common rooms were in the dungeon. Peeves must of chased you for a long time."

Avoiding eye contact, Alison winced as a slew of students from the house of Ravenclaw passed by them. Knowing Hogwarts, by the time she woke up in the morning there would be a rumor that someone witnessed Kye and herself sneaking off together - and boy would Grimm and his friends have a field day with that one. Faye, a girl Alison once had as a tutor for History of Magic, said hello as she passed, and Alison offered a weak smile. It wasn't that Alison was ashamed to be seen with Kye, he was handsome enough in a rugged sort of way instead of the fine features and pale skin and hair type most people in her family tended to chase. However being see with a clean cut prefect wasn't very good for her image. One thing Alison could admit she enjoyed about people assuming the worst from the youngest Oglethorpe was that they all left her alone.

Chewing on her bottom lip, she nodded as he verified her name was Alison, despite Faye having said it only moments ago. As her name rolled off his tongue, she felt a shiver run up her spine, causing her to twitch involuntarily. Alison never liked the way her name sounded, it was too cold. It was the perfect name for the person everyone believed her to be, she supposed. Her family called her Alice on occasion, Grimm never varied from Alison. Most other people in their house called the girl Sonny, everyone else just avoided her. Before Kye could move on, Alison blurted out, "It's Sonny...actually."

"Do you usually return to the Slytherin common rooms by this route? I thought your common rooms were in the dungeon. Peeves must of chased you for a long time."

An amused glint in his eyes showed he didn't quite believe her tale, making Alison fidget under his stare. Her lips were in a small smirk, repressing the urge for a Cheshire like smile to give herself away. Tugging at the ends of her cropped hair in thought, Alison slowly shook her head. Pressing her lips together, she rolled them against each other as if to wipe off evidence of a smile, then opening her mouth to speak. "I was returning from the owlry, I had a letter to send out to me mum."

It wasn't a complete lie, which is why Alison seemed perfectly believable as she spoke. Straightening her posture, looking Kye squarely into his pale blue eyes, she figured it best to change the direction of the conversation. The last thing she needed was a nosy prefect digging into her business. "Didn't I see you put your name in the Goblet of fire?"

Suddenly remembering that Kye was one of the heads of the dueling team. Seeing that she mostly dueled with those within her own year, she had never had the chance to duel everybody in the club, including Kye. She wondered who would win, an amused grin lighting her features. "Have you even thought about what happens if your chosen?"

Pressure, limelight, conflict, panic, and who knows what else. It seemed ridiculous, putting one student from each school on a pedestal too challenge one another and name one a champion. Yet strangely, tempting. The taste of victory was surely sweet, and they'd all want a piece of it, but who had it in them to rise as the Victor of them all?

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Adie Knox


Adie tried to imagine Hogwarts going by the Durmstrang system. No doubt it they were sorted into classes based on the student's ability than the Ravenclaw students would find themselves at the top of the pile. She had to say that she preferred the Hogwarts' houses, but then again it was what she had grown up with and what she knew. She was probably biased towards it.

It also confirmed what Adie had been thinking when Vladimir mentioned that the students that had arrived at Hogwarts were from the top class. Why would you let someone with less skill take the place of a more talented witch of wizard when they most likely wouldn't be chosen to compete. It also made her more interested in seeing what Vladimir could do. To be in the top 30 of his school would be an achievement in itself but he had also said he was the third chair, so he was the among the very top ranked students of his school.

As to the curfew Adie shrugged, "Most students are expected to return to their common rooms after dinner. For first to fourth years their curfew is 8pm and fifth years up are expected to be in their dormitories by 9pm. You lose house points if you're found up after curfew so most people follow it." She replied, fighting back a grin as she thought of the times she had been late for curfew. It was easy getting out of losing house points when she made sure to only be out when Kye was patrolling. He always just shook his head and gave her a halfhearted speech on getting to sleep.

"Special events like this and other feasts generally extend the curfew by an hour at least since they go on later but most students usually go straight to bed afterwards." Adie added. Even now some students still milled around the Great Hall, but these were mostly older students.

Beside the two Jeanna had been sitting silently while they mentally talked but, on seeing students begin to leave the girl leaned over to Adie and whispered in her ear,
"Don't let him know I told you this but the guy has a dead sexy stare. If all Durmstrang boys look like him I'm transferring.'
Jenna let out a small giggle before turning a darker shade of red (if it were possible). She quickly got up from the table and made a fast exit out of the Great Hall, only glancing back at the pair once.
Adie couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the girl's words. Typical Jeanna, she obviously meant her statement as a joke because she knew as well as Adie that moving schools would be useless since she still wouldn't be able to talk to anyone. Adie nodded after Jeanna's receding back. "You've got a fan." Was all Adie told Vladimir. She wasn't completely prepared to let the girl off the hook for leaving her, but she would hardly tell Vladimir exactly what Jeanna had said.

Kye Reid


"It's Sonny...actually." Alison - Sonny - corrected Kye. The boy shrugged, wondering at her strange attitude towards her name. But he didn't comment, if she wanted to be called Sonny than he would call her Sonny.

When she answered his question in regard to what she was doing up so far away from the Slytherin common room a small smirk formed on her face. "I was returning from the owlry, I had a letter to send out to me mum." Her answered seemed believable enough and Kye, not caring to question her further, simply shrugged again.

"Didn't I see you put your name in the Goblet of fire?" Her next question came quickly, as if changing the direction of the conversation would distract Kye from his earlier questions. In truth he really wasn't all that bothered by the girl's personal business, if she was sending a letter to her mother than that was fine by him. The only thing that would have concerned him was if she had been endangering other students, something that he doubted she had been doing.
"Have you even thought about what happens if your chosen?" Her second question quickly followed the first.

Kye tilted his head to the side. He hadn't actually given it much thought. Yes, he had pictured the glory of winning the cup and returning home a champion but the actual tasks hadn't crossed his mind. He assumed that they would be tough, requiring both intelligence and magical skill to conquer, two qualities that he believed he had. He was a Ravenclaw after all.
"Yes, I put my name in. Didn't you?" He replied, he couldn't fathom why anyone wouldn't put their name in the goblet. He couldn't remember whether or not he had seen Sonny enter her name.
"If I'm chosen I imagine it'll be tough, the tasks won't be easy. But I'm always up for a challenge." He gave an easy laugh and shrugged again, his default reply it seemed, "It'll be fun and a great way to test what I've learnt"
He didn't add that it would give him a chance to learn more. He was a typical Ravenclaw in the respect that he loved to learn. The TriWizard Tournament would give the contestants a marvelous opportunity to expand their knowledge.

Kye's reaction wasn't anything short of what she had expected. She averted her gaze to the floor as he asked if she had submitted her name as well. Letting him breeze past the question with an answer to her own, Alison glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was lingering nearby - a habit of hers. Pursing her lips to look back at the young man before her, she tilted her head slightly as if she were drinking him all in. Her dark eyes wandered, her arms folding across her chest.

"Well arise sir, future champion of us all." She said with wry grandeur, curtsying with an impish grin. Taking a few steps backward, she continued, "well, good luck with all of that. I best get back to my dormitory...see you -er..Kye!" She beamed a smile at him before turning to face the correct direction to the dungeons that led into the Slytherin corridor.

Reaching the dungeons with no interruptions, Alison was relieved. She had plans to finish her herbology homework and retire for the night. Lucky that Hogwarts wasn't light with homework, Alison often buried her nose into her studies to avoid her brother and his friends which benefited herself in the long run. However she wasn't lucky enough to dodge the gang through the lobby of their dormitories. "Oye, Alison- where 'ave you been?" Grimm called out, mouth half stuffed with pastries he had brought back from the great hall.

Rolling her eyes and dropping her arm dramatically, she clutched her books close with her other arm as she made an expression of exasperation. "I'm not a child Grimm, I may come and go as i please without having to report to you."

His friends chuckled under their breath, turning away from the siblings to feign privacy. Grimm stood to his full stature well by six feet, taking three strides to come to Alison's side. She dare not flinch as he came beside her, keeping her jaw strong and eyes narrowed. "Just because you're blood doesn't mean you can talk to me with disrespect, Alison. If you keep acting like some barbarian mother will be quite displeased by the next letter i send out." He growled.

"Oh, going to run and tell our mummy are you Grimm?" Alison said loudly, turning some heads. Without hesitation Grimm gripped his sisters forearm with force, causing her to drop her books as he manhandled her into a corner of the room where most couples hid to snog out of the view of others.

Menacingly, Grimm lowered his lips to Alison's ear, her eyes widened with surprise. "I will not have you make a fool of me in front of my peers, Alison. Either your with us, or against us.." He released her, shoving her against the book case with slight brutality. Wincing Alison cringed into the glossy wood, the cold dungeon wall behind her offering no type of comfort. Grimm glared a moment longer before turning back to the lounge, those who were watching with curiosity snapping their heads as if to play off their nosiness.

It hadn't been the first time Grimm acted out against Alison in front of others in their house. Of course no one would ever do anything, hell if Grimm was acting like that with his sister he surely wouldn't care about anyone else's well being. What was worse was that no one ever talked about it, like ever. Alison never heard rumors in the halls that Grimm manhandled his sister or that he had struck the very flesh that came from the same two people as his own. It was as if it never happened.

Red faced, Alison collected her things, rushing to hide her sketches before going to her own room - avoiding the eyes of others.

Kye's reaction wasn't anything short of what she had expected. She averted her gaze to the floor as he asked if she had submitted her name as well. Letting him breeze past the question with an answer to her own, Alison glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was lingering nearby - a habit of hers. Pursing her lips to look back at the young man before her, she tilted her head slightly as if she were drinking him all in. Her dark eyes wandered, her arms folding across her chest.

"Well arise sir, future champion of us all." She said with wry grandeur, curtsying with an impish grin. Taking a few steps backward, she continued, "well, good luck with all of that. I best get back to my dormitory...see you -er..Kye!" She beamed a smile at him before turning to face the correct direction to the dungeons that led into the Slytherin corridor.

Reaching the dungeons with no interruptions, Alison was relieved. She had plans to finish her herbology homework and retire for the night. Lucky that Hogwarts wasn't light with homework, Alison often buried her nose into her studies to avoid her brother and his friends which benefited herself in the long run. However she wasn't lucky enough to dodge the gang through the lobby of their dormitories. "Oye, Alison- where 'ave you been?" Grimm called out, mouth half stuffed with pastries he had brought back from the great hall.

Rolling her eyes and dropping her arm dramatically, she clutched her books close with her other arm as she made an expression of exasperation. "I'm not a child Grimm, I may come and go as i please without having to report to you."

His friends chuckled under their breath, turning away from the siblings to feign privacy. Grimm stood to his full stature well by six feet, taking three strides to come to Alison's side. She dare not flinch as he came beside her, keeping her jaw strong and eyes narrowed. "Just because you're blood doesn't mean you can talk to me with disrespect, Alison. If you keep acting like some barbarian mother will be quite displeased by the next letter i send out." He growled.

"Oh, going to run and tell our mummy are you Grimm?" Alison said loudly, turning some heads. Without hesitation Grimm gripped his sisters forearm with force, causing her to drop her books as he manhandled her into a corner of the room where most couples hid to snog out of the view of others.

Menacingly, Grimm lowered his lips to Alison's ear, her eyes widened with surprise. "I will not have you make a fool of me in front of my peers, Alison. Either your with us, or against us.." He released her, shoving her against the book case with slight brutality. Wincing Alison cringed into the glossy wood, the cold dungeon wall behind her offering no type of comfort. Grimm glared a moment longer before turning back to the lounge, those who were watching with curiosity snapping their heads as if to play off their nosiness.

It hadn't been the first time Grimm acted out against Alison in front of others in their house. Of course no one would ever do anything, hell if Grimm was acting like that with his sister he surely wouldn't care about anyone else's well being. What was worse was that no one ever talked about it, like ever. Alison never heard rumors in the halls that Grimm manhandled his sister or that he had struck the very flesh that came from the same two people as his own. It was as if it never happened.

Red faced, Alison collected her things, rushing to hide her sketches before going to her own room - avoiding the eyes of others.

Kye's reaction wasn't anything short of what she had expected. She averted her gaze to the floor as he asked if she had submitted her name as well. Letting him breeze past the question with an answer to her own, Alison glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was lingering nearby - a habit of hers. Pursing her lips to look back at the young man before her, she tilted her head slightly as if she were drinking him all in. Her dark eyes wandered, her arms folding across her chest.

"Well arise sir, future champion of us all." She said with wry grandeur, curtsying with an impish grin. Taking a few steps backward, she continued, "well, good luck with all of that. I best get back to my dormitory...see you -er..Kye!" She beamed a smile at him before turning to face the correct direction to the dungeons that led into the Slytherin corridor.

Reaching the dungeons with no interruptions, Alison was relieved. She had plans to finish her herbology homework and retire for the night. Lucky that Hogwarts wasn't light with homework, Alison often buried her nose into her studies to avoid her brother and his friends which benefited herself in the long run. However she wasn't lucky enough to dodge the gang through the lobby of their dormitories. "Oye, Alison- where 'ave you been?" Grimm called out, mouth half stuffed with pastries he had brought back from the great hall.

Rolling her eyes and dropping her arm dramatically, she clutched her books close with her other arm as she made an expression of exasperation. "I'm not a child Grimm, I may come and go as i please without having to report to you."

His friends chuckled under their breath, turning away from the siblings to feign privacy. Grimm stood to his full stature well by six feet, taking three strides to come to Alison's side. She dare not flinch as he came beside her, keeping her jaw strong and eyes narrowed. "Just because you're blood doesn't mean you can talk to me with disrespect, Alison. If you keep acting like some barbarian mother will be quite displeased by the next letter i send out." He growled.

"Oh, going to run and tell our mummy are you Grimm?" Alison said loudly, turning some heads. Without hesitation Grimm gripped his sisters forearm with force, causing her to drop her books as he manhandled her into a corner of the room where most couples hid to snog out of the view of others.

Menacingly, Grimm lowered his lips to Alison's ear, her eyes widened with surprise. "I will not have you make a fool of me in front of my peers, Alison. Either your with us, or against us.." He released her, shoving her against the book case with slight brutality. Wincing Alison cringed into the glossy wood, the cold dungeon wall behind her offering no type of comfort. Grimm glared a moment longer before turning back to the lounge, those who were watching with curiosity snapping their heads as if to play off their nosiness.

It hadn't been the first time Grimm acted out against Alison in front of others in their house. Of course no one would ever do anything, hell if Grimm was acting like that with his sister he surely wouldn't care about anyone else's well being. What was worse was that no one ever talked about it, like ever. Alison never heard rumors in the halls that Grimm manhandled his sister or that he had struck the very flesh that came from the same two people as his own. It was as if it never happened.

Red faced, Alison collected her things, rushing to hide her sketches before going to her own room - avoiding the eyes of others.

Kye's reaction wasn't anything short of what she had expected. She averted her gaze to the floor as he asked if she had submitted her name as well. Letting him breeze past the question with an answer to her own, Alison glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was lingering nearby - a habit of hers. Pursing her lips to look back at the young man before her, she tilted her head slightly as if she were drinking him all in. Her dark eyes wandered, her arms folding across her chest.

"Well arise sir, future champion of us all." She said with wry grandeur, curtsying with an impish grin. Taking a few steps backward, she continued, "well, good luck with all of that. I best get back to my dormitory...see you -er..Kye!" She beamed a smile at him before turning to face the correct direction to the dungeons that led into the Slytherin corridor.

Reaching the dungeons with no interruptions, Alison was relieved. She had plans to finish her herbology homework and retire for the night. Lucky that Hogwarts wasn't light with homework, Alison often buried her nose into her studies to avoid her brother and his friends which benefited herself in the long run. However she wasn't lucky enough to dodge the gang through the lobby of their dormitories. "Oye, Alison- where 'ave you been?" Grimm called out, mouth half stuffed with pastries he had brought back from the great hall.

Rolling her eyes and dropping her arm dramatically, she clutched her books close with her other arm as she made an expression of exasperation. "I'm not a child Grimm, I may come and go as i please without having to report to you."

His friends chuckled under their breath, turning away from the siblings to feign privacy. Grimm stood to his full stature well by six feet, taking three strides to come to Alison's side. She dare not flinch as he came beside her, keeping her jaw strong and eyes narrowed. "Just because you're blood doesn't mean you can talk to me with disrespect, Alison. If you keep acting like some barbarian mother will be quite displeased by the next letter i send out." He growled.

"Oh, going to run and tell our mummy are you Grimm?" Alison said loudly, turning some heads. Without hesitation Grimm gripped his sisters forearm with force, causing her to drop her books as he manhandled her into a corner of the room where most couples hid to snog out of the view of others.

Menacingly, Grimm lowered his lips to Alison's ear, her eyes widened with surprise. "I will not have you make a fool of me in front of my peers, Alison. Either your with us, or against us.." He released her, shoving her against the book case with slight brutality. Wincing Alison cringed into the glossy wood, the cold dungeon wall behind her offering no type of comfort. Grimm glared a moment longer before turning back to the lounge, those who were watching with curiosity snapping their heads as if to play off their nosiness.

It hadn't been the first time Grimm acted out against Alison in front of others in their house. Of course no one would ever do anything, hell if Grimm was acting like that with his sister he surely wouldn't care about anyone else's well being. What was worse was that no one ever talked about it, like ever. Alison never heard rumors in the halls that Grimm manhandled his sister or that he had struck the very flesh that came from the same two people as his own. It was as if it never happened.

Red faced, Alison collected her things, rushing to hide her sketches before going to her own room - avoiding the eyes of others.

Kye's reaction wasn't anything short of what she had expected. She averted her gaze to the floor as he asked if she had submitted her name as well. Letting him breeze past the question with an answer to her own, Alison glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was lingering nearby - a habit of hers. Pursing her lips to look back at the young man before her, she tilted her head slightly as if she were drinking him all in. Her dark eyes wandered, her arms folding across her chest.

"Well arise sir, future champion of us all." She said with wry grandeur, curtsying with an impish grin. Taking a few steps backward, she continued, "well, good luck with all of that. I best get back to my dormitory...see you -er..Kye!" She beamed a smile at him before turning to face the correct direction to the dungeons that led into the Slytherin corridor.

Reaching the dungeons with no interruptions, Alison was relieved. She had plans to finish her herbology homework and retire for the night. Lucky that Hogwarts wasn't light with homework, Alison often buried her nose into her studies to avoid her brother and his friends which benefited herself in the long run. However she wasn't lucky enough to dodge the gang through the lobby of their dormitories. "Oye, Alison- where 'ave you been?" Grimm called out, mouth half stuffed with pastries he had brought back from the great hall.

Rolling her eyes and dropping her arm dramatically, she clutched her books close with her other arm as she made an expression of exasperation. "I'm not a child Grimm, I may come and go as i please without having to report to you."

His friends chuckled under their breath, turning away from the siblings to feign privacy. Grimm stood to his full stature well by six feet, taking three strides to come to Alison's side. She dare not flinch as he came beside her, keeping her jaw strong and eyes narrowed. "Just because you're blood doesn't mean you can talk to me with disrespect, Alison. If you keep acting like some barbarian mother will be quite displeased by the next letter i send out." He growled.

"Oh, going to run and tell our mummy are you Grimm?" Alison said loudly, turning some heads. Without hesitation Grimm gripped his sisters forearm with force, causing her to drop her books as he manhandled her into a corner of the room where most couples hid to snog out of the view of others.

Menacingly, Grimm lowered his lips to Alison's ear, her eyes widened with surprise. "I will not have you make a fool of me in front of my peers, Alison. Either your with us, or against us.." He released her, shoving her against the book case with slight brutality. Wincing Alison cringed into the glossy wood, the cold dungeon wall behind her offering no type of comfort. Grimm glared a moment longer before turning back to the lounge, those who were watching with curiosity snapping their heads as if to play off their nosiness.

It hadn't been the first time Grimm acted out against Alison in front of others in their house. Of course no one would ever do anything, hell if Grimm was acting like that with his sister he surely wouldn't care about anyone else's well being. What was worse was that no one ever talked about it, like ever. Alison never heard rumors in the halls that Grimm manhandled his sister or that he had struck the very flesh that came from the same two people as his own. It was as if it never happened.

Red faced, Alison collected her things, rushing to hide her sketches before going to her own room - avoiding the eyes of others.