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Kye Reid

"Modesty and Intelligence, my best traits"

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

Description

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'Let the magic begin'




'Who am I?'



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Name: Kyburn Alexander Reid

Nickname (and preferred name): Kye - 'Only my mother uses my full name, you try it and you're dead.'

Role: Prefect

Birthday: July 21st

Age: 17

Year: Seventh Year

House: Ravenclaw 'Where else?'




'Some more about me?'



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Appearance:
Kye stands at 6'2". He is well built - having passed the most trying of his gangly pubescent stage - and keeps himself in shape. Kye's hair is a dark blonde and kept short. Running his fingers through his hair is generally the only way he styles it.
His eyes are a light blue.
When not wearing his Hogwarts uniform, Kye can usually be found wearing comfortable clothes, namely plain shirts, sweaters, the odd leather jacket.
Kye bares no scars or tattoos (his parents would likely disown him if he turned up with one, either muggle or magical), likewise he has no piercings.




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"There's more to me than my 'dashing good looks'"


Likes:
Winning || Achieving || Jokes
Muggle Science || Magic

Dislikes:
Losing || Boggarts || Selfishness
Closed minds || Ignorance

Hogwarts:

Position: Ravenclaw Prefect

Wand: 14 in, Acacia, Phoenix Feather, Supple
Patronus: Blue/Little Penguin
School Pet: A white owl named Odyssus

O.W.Ls Achieved in fifth year:
Outstanding - Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Muggle Studies, Potions, Transfiguration,
Exceeds Expectations - Care of Magical Creatures, History of Magic,
Achieved - Astronomy

Extra-curricular: Leads the Dueling Club, member of Wizard's Chess Club
Quidditch: Supports Ravenclaw "I can't play to save my life, but I'll always be supporting in blue and bronze!"




'You still want to know more?'



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Personality:
Despite his apparent casual attitude to life, Kye is actually a pretty responsible and hard-working guy. He's a natural Ravenclaw: intelligent, witty, competitive and creative. When he doesn't understand something straight off he won't drop it until he gets it. Some might call this particular trait stubbornness but Kye prefers to term it 'perseverance'. Whatever you call it the end result is that Kye will never let a question go unanswered, his natural inclination is to always find out 'why'. During O.W.Ls you would generally have found Kye head down in the library. He takes his school work seriously.

Kye enjoys a decent laugh, even it his own expense. Anyone with a willingness to laugh will find Kye good company. When he was younger he and his older brothers would have pranking wars with his neighbours, he was always the one who came up with the plan. His mischievousness has become somewhat tamed by his time at Hogwarts, his role as Prefect means he must act as a role model to the younger students... something which isn't always easy to manage.

Kye also has a competitive streak that generally appears at the mention of Qudditch. He proudly supports Puddlemere United and will argue endlessly (usually with his friend Adie Knox who cheers the Montrose Magpies) on the pros and cons of their respective favourites. When it comes to actually playing the game... well, he doesn't exactly come out on top. To quote his father, "Kyburn, you've got as much talent on that broom as your grandmother has real teeth" - considering Kye's grandmother was toothless really shows his lack of flying ability.
Modesty is also something Kye lacks although in less quantities than skill on a broom.



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History:
Kye's family is about as pureblooded as the come, apparently able to trace their ancestry back to the ancients (something Kye believes all pureblood families are obsessed with doing). His family also has a proud history of always being placed in Ravenclaw. Both his parents, Matilda and Alexander Reid, were Ravenclaws. His older brothers, Lysander and Malcolm, also found themselves in Ravenclaw. Kye's older brothers had teased the younger boy endlessly before he was sorted, leading him to believe that if he wasn't placed in Ravenclaw he would be abandoned in a smelly bog and left for Dragon feed. It was only after he had been sorted into Ravenclaw - the sorting hat had barely touched his head when it announced his house - that he realised how ridiculous his brothers' lies were.

Kye grew up in a small town called 'Wingnuts'. The majority of the community was magical and Kye befriended the young witch next door, Adie Knox. They are still close friends today, despite being in different houses and a year apart.
Growing up surrounded by magic meant that Kye rarely interacted with muggles. He has always been curious about their science and, although he wouldn't admit it openly, enjoys reading muggle books. When he was able to he immediately took Muggle Studies and finds their endless creativity and ingenuity astounding.

His years at Hogwarts have so far been the best of his life. In his first year Kye made a few firm friends and, as the years progressed, his circle of friends grew. Of course there are those who dislike him, as he dislikes them. But he generally avoids those individuals, preferring not to have unnecessary conflict.
In his fifth year he became Ravenclaw prefect, a position which gave him added responsibility. As he also had to study for O.W.Ls that year he was almost constantly busy. When he did have free time he would take a trip to Hogsmeade with friends and enjoy a butterbeer in the comfort and warmth of the Three Broomsticks or purchase sweets from Honeydukes.



That's me, don't let it intimidate you.

So begins...

Kye Reid's Story

#, as written by Issa
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Adie sat at the Gryffindor table, happily chatting to her friends as they waited for the other schools to arrived. Adie's gaze kept flicking up to where the TriWizard Goblet stood inactive. She couldn't help but grin, she had turned 17 only a week ago and would therefore be able to submit her name for the tournament.
"Stop looking so damned happy Ads!" One of her 16 year old friends moaned, "Why can't I have been born three months earlier?"
Adie just laughed and gave her friend a pat on the back.

At that moment the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons entered, causing the Hogwarts' students to suddenly hush. The three schools rarely saw each other out of the TriWizard Tournament so it was a new sight for most of the students.
The Hogwarts' Headmaster welcomed both schools and then stepped down to the Goblet. With a wave of his wand it burst into blue flames.

"This, is the Goblet of Fire. Any student who wishes to enter the tournament and is at least seventeen years of age, may write their name upon a piece of parchment and toss it into the fire before this hour on Thursday. From this moment on, the TriWizard Tournament has begun." His words sent a thrill through Adie's spine. Finally, the Tournament had began.

Already students were approaching the Goblet and entering their names. A seventh year Ravenclaw was the first from Hogwarts to put her name in, followed by two Durmstrang students. Adie, egged on by her friends, stood up and swiftly strode towards the Goblet. Butterflies were whirling around her stomach and she couldn't keep the excited smile off her face. As she approached the goblet, another student fell into step with her.

"I'll bet you a butterbeer that I'm picked for Hogwarts." Kye Reid muttered to Adie. Kye was a seventh year Ravenclaw and also a prefect. The two had known each other since early childhood, being neighbours and the children of magical families.
"One butterbeer?" Adie snorted, then she smirked up at Kye, "Fine. If I win you have to admit that Puddlemere United is in every way inferior to the Montrose Magpies."
Kye gave his own quiet laugh and would have replied but the two had now reached the Goblet. Together they stepped over the threshold and dropped their names into the goblet.
Stepping back and away Kye made one last remark to Adie before the two went to their own tables, "You've got yourself a bet. I'm going to enjoy that butterbeer while I watch PU beat the Magpies."
Adie just rolled her eyes and wondered back to her table.

Kye returned to his seat at the head of the Ravenclaw table, getting various pats on the back and 'good luck' calls as he did. Kye was competitive by nature, he liked to win and do well. If he was selected for the Hogwarts side then he would put everything he had into winning the cup. He had watched as the students before him had entered their names, analyzing their possible strengths and weaknesses. Of course he only had the general appearance of the Durmstrang students to go on, but it was a start. As for Lavender, a fellow 7th year ravenclaw, he hoped that if he or his friend Adie wasn't selected than at least another Ravenclaw.
"Good luck Lavender." He called down the table to her.

"Blimey! Ain't she got a clue what she's doing?" Whispered Elizabeth Crowley as the small-boned, potential TriWizard Cup contestant whisked past her, longing to cram herself between classmates and blend in again. Usually after submitting herself to some sort of embarrassment or discomfort, she'd have rushed to the library or her room. But Lavender had to admit to herself, she was excited to see who else would be putting their names in and taking the plunge, so to speak.

What appeared to be the open ceiling of the hall twinkled and flickered with the daubed, surreal image of a magnificent nighttime firmament. First years were commonly enraptured by the sight but, those older knew it was a simple spell and that the grand hall wasn't just some open, unprotected atrium. Candles danced in the ether above resplendent stretches of food and drink.

Slowly a line began to form by the goblet which was spitting and licking flames up into the hushed air like some sort of circus big top attraction. Broad-shouldered men from the visiting school undoubtedly, became scores in the queue of plucky young souls who fidgeted with pieces of paper wielding their names. And then there was the bumping, nudging pair of Ravenclaws that Lavender recognized as Kye Reid and Adeline Knox, known to be friends for quite some time.

"Why don't you eat somethin'?" Came a voice from beside where Lavender sat, an unidentified scholar from her house whom seemed to be concerned. He had almond-shaped green eyes and a crooked right fang. Offering no verbal reply, Lavender forced a smile and snatched a small sweet biscuit from a cascading mountain atop a tray which initially diverted her attention from the goblet. Her stomach gurgled, begging to be fed. Lavender's small digits picked apart the bread piece by piece as she anxiously surveyed the aspirants at the front of the hall once more.

At least two from each house volunteered themselves for the tournament. Her heart sank a bit. Of course once the competition was narrowed down, Lavender wouldn't be considered. As she watched them all go on, she began to doubt her abilities significantly.

"Good luck Lavender."

Just short of swallowing a piece of dough, Lavender's mahogany eyes swiveled at the mention of her name until they trained themselves on Kye Reid. Not completely sure what to make of his remark, the corners of her lips tugged into a closed-smile, cheeks full of bread. A solid 'gulp' was heard before she called down the table, "I'm going to need it if you've entered, heard you're rather brilliant in charms and what not." Silently she merged back in with the crowd of Ravenclaws, excusing herself from conversation as if sheepish for speaking.

"Going to need it if you've entered," mimicked Grimm a table away, "Like they'd choose some wonky mudblood to compete in the TriWizard tournament! What an oaf!" A roar of laughter erupted from his section of the Slytherin table as they all shook their heads at Lavender's expense. The Dippitt girl lowered her head and flipped through some books, clearing her throat and underscoring specific sections she was adamant about memorizing. Inescapably Grimm carried on with his tyranny, now feeling free of the Defense professor's black look. In turn Lavender gingerly sipped at some pumpkin juice and set two books on the table, already exhausted with being surrounded by Hogwarts folk and visitors alike where Grimm could make a fool of her.

Surprisingly, the first to enter was a seemingly timid looking young witch from Hogwarts, from what house, she wasn't entirely sure. She had cocoa colored hair and big brown eyes. She looked like she couldn't hurt a fly, Deirdre thought but the girl was walking with a sort of determination that made Deirdre smile, especially when what seemed to be a young student cheered, rather loudly for her. Good for you. She thought, watching as the girl returned back to her table, where her classmates seemed to be talking. A few others then went up to go enter their names in the goblet, including two Durmstrang boys. Watching everyone else enter their names, Deirdre wanted to sigh. You might as well just enter your name already, seems everyone else is. She thought to herself.

Just then, two more Hogwarts students began making their way up to the goblet, passing Deirdre as they did so. She smirked a little as she caught a bit of their conversation. They seemed to be betting on who they thought would be chosen, which amused her but at the same time she thought it nice - It seemed like friendly competition and at that moment she felt her hopes for her own social life begin to blossom.

She then rose to her feet and retrieved the now crumpled piece of paper which she had hastily scribbled her name (Barely legibly) onto from her pocket and began to make her way down to the goblet, keeping her expression blank. This would probably cause some confusion as to who she would be competing for, since she was still in her Beauxbatons uniform and had originally intended to wait to enter her name but she didn't really care all that much at the moment.

It only took her a moment to reach the goblet, thanks to her table's close proximity to it. Once she reached it, she looked into the crackling flames and without hesitation, slipped the parchment into the fire and gazing at it for a moment longer before turning swiftly on her heel and making her way back down to her table.


As she passed the Ravenclaw table on her way to her bench, she heard another Hogwarts entrant, the boy who had been making bets with another girl wish the timid looking one, apparently named Lavender luck. Hmm. People seemed to like her, she thought to herself. She was glad that she was being given support, since from the girl's response to him seemed as nice as Deirdre had first perceived her to be. What she heard next, stopped her in her tracks though. She turned her emerald green eyes onto the Slytherin who was now making jabs at the girl. Mudblood? Deirdre narrowed her eyes at that. She despised that filthy word and the purists who used it. No, she wasn't going to let that little weasel run his mouth. Unable to help herself, she slipped her wand out of her pocket and flicked it at the Slytherin boy's cup with the swiftness of a practiced witch. "Expelliarmus." She said, quietly but clearly and watched the cup tumble over and (hopefully) splash onto the little weasel's robes. She hoped none of the headmasters or professors saw that, as she doubted they would see that as reflecting well on Beauxbatons. "Watch your mouth." Deirdre hissed at him, her voice cool. She then turned her gaze to the Lavender girl. "Best of luck to you." She said, her voice for once lacking sarcasm.

#, 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.

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?

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.

#, as written by Issa
Adeline Knox


"Adie!" Jeanna's voice hissed in her ear. Jeanna was trying to be discrete but her attempt at a whisper was probably louder than a normal whisper... or quiet voice.
"What?" Adie replied in a normal voice, fighting back a smile at her friend.
"One of the Durmstrang students is coming towards us." Jeanna tried to fight back a giggle and failed. Adie rolled her eyes, her friend was infamously bad around boys. She giggled, turned red and mumbled whenever they were around.

Adie glanced up, half expecting the Durmstrang student to be walking in the opposite direction (Jeanna also liked to exaggerate). To her surprise the boy was walking towards their table and ending up taking a seat opposite her. Beside Adie Jeanna's eyes widened, her cheeks went red and her mouth closed shut.
Adie ignored her friend, her eyes studying the student as he summoned a cup into his hand and raised it in a toast. Adie raised her own glass, a smile playing across her face. So, he could cast wandless non-spoken spells? Adie could have laughed with delight, if this boy was picked for Durmstrang and she for Hogwarts than the competition would definitely be interesting. Of course there was less a chance of her being picked considering the greater numbers of Hogwarts' students that had already submitted their name.

"I'm Adie." She introduced herself. "Welcome to Hogwarts... " She paused, waiting for his name.

Kye Reid


Kye stretched in his seat, fighting back a yawn. Despite all the excitement, or perhaps because of it, Kye found that his mind kept wondering up to the Ravenclaw tower and his cosy bed.

A voice speaking to him caught him mid-yawn and Kye glanced up the table to see the dark haired girl who had cast the spell wishing him good luck. Kye nodded in reply, "Good luck." He called as the girl turned and walked away.
"Who was that?" Kye's friend Oslo asked beside him. Kye shrugged,
"Some Beauxbaton student I guess..." He paused, remembering the prefect meeting he had attended earlier. Hadn't someone mentioned an exchange student? Kye shrugged again and fought back another yawn.
The warmth of the great hall and the comforting food was finally taking its toll on him. He couldn't wait to sleep. He was also probably as tired as he was because he had been up late last night helping the teachers prepare for the arrival of the other schools. Being a prefect wasn't always glamorous and he had spent at least three hours last night helping them fling out the infestation of Gnomes on the southern grassed areas of the school.

"Maybe I'll go take a bath." He mumbled to himself. Oslo groaned loudly beside Kye,
"Oh man, you'll be gone for hours then." He complained, "I was banking on a game of Wizard's chess before bed."
Kye smiled, "I'm not playing you again, not after you threw the board on the ground."

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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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#, as written by Issa
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.