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Lorcan Scamander

"Lighten up I'm just playing around"

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a character in “Hogwarts: Welcome to the New Age”, as played by Blueshadow


"Sure it might be dangerous, but hey at least it'll be fun!"

Lorcan Newton Scamander



March 10

Sexual Orientation

11', Spruce, Dragon Heartstring

"Nothing but the best for me!"

"I probably could've made seeker, but being a Beater is so much more fun!"

Blood Status
"Yup Pure-Blood."


"He's pain sometimes, but he's a good cat."
He has a cat named Grimsby.

Lysander hasn't taken them yet, though he will be sometime this year. He's not really worried about them.

Quidditch"Such a great game! What a rush!"
Flying"Best way to get around if you ask me."
Adventure"Everyone needs some excitement in their lives."
Pranks"I'm not gonna lie, its fun to mess with people sometimes."
Dueling"If Lysander's the brains then I'm definitely the brawn."
Defense Against the Dark Arts"It's a fun class, and I'm surprisingly good at it."

Water"I'm not afraid of it or anything. I just don't like getting wet that's all!"
Boredom"No one really likes boredom, but I really can't stand it."
Losing"Losing is not fun."
Reading"Honestly I don't know how Lysander does it all the time."

"Mess with my friends, and you'll deal with me."
"It's the best, and only house for me!"

Lorca is an attractive youth, and looks identical to his brother. Despite looking identical when side by side people generally agree that Lorcan looks better. Lorcan stands at 5'11 and sports a pair of vibrant blue eyes. His normally unkempt dark brown hair is kept nice and short.

Distinguishing marks
Lorcan has a rather noticeable scar on his left shoulder, which he received from a flying accident in his first year at Hogwarts. Though it is usually covered by his robes, it is the one true noticeable difference between the twins.


"Let's make one thing clear. I am not afraid of water, I'm afraid of dying in it."
Lorcan's boggart is his own drowned corpse staring at him with lifeless eyes.

When people see Lorcan and Lysander they assume them to be fairly similar. However that couldn't be further from the truth as they are near polar opposites. Where Lysander is cautious, hardworking, and selfless to the point of causing himself harm, Lorcan can at times be dangerously reckless, lazy, and often selfish towards others. Most people view Lorcan as the dumb twin, though he is more unmotivated and lazy than actually lacking in intelligence. As a result he ends up leaning on his brother for much of his academics. However when he actually finds something he enjoys and can be motivated about he applies himself in surprising ways. It has been said that Lorcan is a thrill seeker, something which is completely true, as he completely detests boredom and will do almost anything as long as it seems fun. Lorcan is both courageous and confident, showing little fear in the face of danger and having the utmost faith in both his actions and his abilities. Lorcan is also a fairly honest person, he always speaks whats on his mind, no matter how insensitive, or stupid it may be. He is also something of a trickster, and enjoys messing with people albeit in a playful way, though occasionally his jokes, and brutal honesty will go to far. If this happens he will usually feel bad about it, and will go out of his way to make things right. Despite his occasionally brash, and insensitive nature Lorcan is a goodhearted person that cares deeply about others, especially those close to him. He has a tendency to be protective of those he cares about, and if someone has earned his loyalty he will defend them to the end.

Ever since he was a child he had been a brash, and reckless person, often doing things that would get him in trouble, or put him in danger. Thankfully he's always had Lysander by his side, to save him from the brunt of his foolishness. Lorcan would always be sure to look after his little brother, with Lysander returning the favor at every opportunity.

Lorcan had always heard stories from his parents about Hogwarts, and how his mother at even participated in the final battle against Voldemort. Those stories always made him look at the school as an exciting place, and his mother as something of a hero. As such he was completely ecstatic on the day he finally received his letter to attend the school he'd always dream about going to. He could not wait to finally make his way there.

When it came time for Lorcan to be sorted he was sure he would wind up in Gryffindor. Sure enough the hat placed him in Gryffindor almost as soon as it was placed atop his head. Unfortunately it seemed that Lorcan and his brother were soon going to be separated as Lysander was sorted into Hufflepuff. Though Lorcan was worried about the separate houses this didn't stop the boy from teasing the newly sorted Hufflepuff.

Though his brother was initially displeased with his sorting Lorcan felt right at home in Griffindor. He made several friends quite easily, and cemented his reputation as a trouble making, reckless, trickster. Still he wouldn't have enjoy his time there nearly as much without his brother, so they both agreed not to forget about each other.

So begins...

Lorcan Scamander's Story




( 07:59am || Pajamas / Casual & More Casual || Longbottom Household → Platform 9¾ )


( written in collaboration with CharlotteV )

Francis shuffled in his bed, turning over to see the sun peaking through the blinds in front of the window. He rubbed his eyes and yawned quietly, not trying to wake up Alice who was sleeping next to him, as always. They always shared a bed and cuddled since they were babies, when their parents tried to split them up, one of the twins eventually went back to the other. He would always wake up earlier than the rest of his family, but he would wait for his twin to get up if she was at the edge of the bed. He pushed himself to sit up. He turned his neck left to right and it cracked, stimulating it. "Hey, Alice... Wake up." He nudged his sister with his hand. "Wake up."

Alice was having a truly spectacular dream. She was queen, of course. But not the kind sitting around in pretty dresses waiting for others to get shit done. No, she was dressed in armor (though, she had to admit, it was pretty armor... and made by goblins, because she was a motherfucking queen), with a sword in one hand and her wand in the other. The dragon she was currently fighting was about to learn that she was not playing.

Granted, that fire the arsehole had wasn't playing either. The dragon let out an angry sounding roar, lifting it's monstrous head and refocusing on her, his tail whipping out to take down a collection of buildings. "Hey!" Alice snapped. "Those are mine!" She was backing up so she could make a run and leap, but just before she could take off, Francis was in front of her, blocking her path.

"Hey, Alice," he said, and Alice made a face at him as she attempted to see past his form and glare at the dragon over his shoulder. She was coming for it. "Wake up."

"Francis," Alice sighed, adjusting the grip on her sword. "I'm a little busy right now! Saving our kingdom and whatnot!"

"Wake up." Alice blinked her eyes slowly, first out of sleepiness and then because everything was fuzzy. It didn't take her long to realize she was in her brothers room, and she groaned as she shuffled closer to his warmth, curling up around his seated form. "Arsehole," she grumbled, "You always wake me up before I get to kill the dragon."

Francis looked at Alice, still lying down fast, asleep. He decided to nudge her again before she slowly opened her eyes and groaned before she shuffled closer. "Well, that's not my fault. Besides, if I didn't wake you up, mum or dad would have. It's back to school today after all." As much as Francis loved to cuddle with Alice, he nudged her body, next to his leg, out of the way so he could get out of bed.

Once he got out, he stretched his legs and arms, before turning back towards the bed and yanking the sheet off Alice. "We're done cuddling. Out of my bed. I've gotta make it anyway." He was very strict about his bed. If he wasn't in it, no one else was. And only a few people were actually allowed on his bed at that point anyway. He would always make it before a long trip. But when he was a very messy sleeper.

He picked up his laptop from his desk at the corner of the room and put it into his suitcase. "These magical folk should really get in touch with the technological side of the muggle lifestyle, you know? Wait, have you even started packing?" He turned to his twin sister, raising his eyebrows as he held his luggage, with his owl on top, still asleep.

"Francis," Alice whined, making grabby hands for her brother when he kicked her away. Her fingers skimmed his night shirt, but he was faster than her, and her arms fell back against the bed with a soft plop as she groaned and buried her face in the pillows. "I don't even want to go back to school."

It wasn't true, not really. Alice loved school. She loved her lessons and her friends and most importantly Quidditch. She'd had a whole summer of no magic and she was itching to get back in the swing of things. But school also meant not having Francis and arms length away. He'd be all the way across the castle in a stupid tower behind a stupid door with a stupid knocker that could outsmart her. Stupid fucking Ravenclaws and their stupid fucking riddles.

She squawked indigently as the covers were suddenly yanked off her, leaving her unprotected and assaulted by cold. Alice wasn't nearly the morning person her twin was, as she curled up into herself and groaned some more, followed by a string of what were probably curse words muffled by the pillows.

Francis was talking, but she was only halfheartedly listening, knowing it was probably about the fact that she needed to get out of his bed. She sat up finally, rubbed her eyes and snatched her glasses off the bedside table, pushing them up her nose and blinking owlishly at her twin when she finally realized what he said.

"Of course," she lied with a slow yawn as she stretched. "Well... mostly."

"What do you mean by 'mostly?'" Francis squinted at his sister, practically hibernating in his bed, "You haven't done anything, have you?" He sighed and hung his head low, slightly shaking it. He pulled it back up and rolled his eyes, "Can you please get out of my bed?" He was tempted to just grab her legs and drag her out of there. "On your way, can you get my contacts and glasses cases please?" He hadn't finished packing yet, but he was nearly there, maybe if Augusta was finished she could help Alice. But, chances were that she wasn't finished either and there was even more put on his plate.

Alice opened her mouth, but honestly lying to Francis' was pretty pointless. He could always tell, and it wasn't worth the argument. So instead she just let him get to the truth on his own. "Prat," she mumbled. "Why do I love you so much."

She finally dragged herself out of bed, making sure to be annoyingly slow about it, before she padded her way across the room, still yawning. She collected the cases her brother had asked for, tossing them perfectly onto the bed. "So... are you going to help me, or not?"

Francis shrugged, answering her clearly rhetorical question, "I dunno, to be honest. Am I a good cuddler? Do I make you look awesome from how pathetic I am?" He watched her sister slowly crawl out of his bed. "Uh... Hm..." He pretended to wonder about his decision, leaving his technically little sister in suspense. "Um... Fine. Just lemme finish mine first, okay?" He said as he packed a few more things on to his trolley. "I need to get changed, then I'll help you out, cover your eyes."

"Prat," Alice muttered again, but she obediently pushed her glasses up into her hair and covered her eyes with her hands. When she was younger, she used to get onto him for his self-depreciating humor, but the older she got the more she seemed to realize he needed to do it, for whatever reason. Sometimes, she even laughed right along with him. She kind of wondered if he thought that if he could say it about himself first, it wouldn't hurt as much when someone else did. "You're going to sit with me on the train, right?" Despite the fact that Alice had a multitude of friends, the first day still made her feel nervous, and there was a crushing weight that settled around her when she had to be separated from Francis. Their mother said it was separation anxiety and that she needed to work on it. Francis usually held her hands down so she wouldn't throw up a pair of very rude fingers in response.

"I'm the prat? You're the one who can't get in to the Ravenclaw Tower." Francis loved to make fun of his sister for that, it was funny seeing her reaction when she got answers wrong. Sometimes he would deliberately give her the wrong one just to see it. He took off his pajamas and changed into the final articles of clothing in his cupboard and drawers. "You can uncover your eyes now." He walked over to his bed and picked up his two cases. His poster-covered room was figuratively empty. The tables were clean, the cupboards were empty and his drawers contained nothing. He could barely get his bags shut. "Of course I am." He opens his door and turns to Alice, behind him. "Where's your stuff?"

"That knocker is a right bitch and you know it!" Alice snapped, the rage she felt at being reminded of that stupid tower waking her up finally. She was still pouting when she uncovered her eyes, dropping her glasses back into place. "All over my floor..."

She could have been joking, but when Alice kicked open the door to her room, she wasn't. Her room was wreck. Quidditch posters with corners hanging down, floor almost not visible, bottles of water rubbishing up her nightstand, bed unmade. There was a big, long-haired black cat sitting in the middle of a blanket nest on her bed, one green eye opening in annoyance as he gazed at the twins, then huffed and decidedly turned his back on them. Really, Alice couldn't blame him. Puck spent more time in her room than she did.

"In my defense," Alice started, kicking stuff out of the way and pulling her truck to the middle of her room. "Everything on the floor is the stuff I'm taking! So it's kind of sorted!"

"Nah, you just have to know the answers." He chuckled and looked down, running a hand through his hair. "Wait, what?" He followed his shorter but stronger sister to her room. She ferociously kicked the door wide open, "Was that really necessary?"

He tried to navigate her very unorganized room, tip-toeing through the small gaps there were, cautious of just in case he broke something. He jumped on to the bed and sat with Puck, lightly scratching his cheek through a gap in the blanket. "Yeah, kind of. Kind of as in absolutely not."

Alice ignored Francis, which was something she did quite often, while she moved stuff out of the way with her foot before sitting down, picking up random articles and glancing at them before tossing them into her trunk. "Shut up," she mumbled, then glanced up when she heard a loud purr start up from her bed. "Puck, you dirty traitor. Stop distracting him, I need his help!"

Her cat peeked out at her through the blankets again, then stood and stretched for a moment before continuing to drape himself all over her brothers lap, demanding love and also making any movements on Francis' part that much harder.

"Well it isn't!" Francis said with a small laugh afterwards, still scratching the cat as it purred and nuzzled against his hand. He ran his hand down the cat's back as it lay on his lap. "I'll just..." He picked up the cat and sat down on the floor on the other side of Alice, he puts the cat next to him and it moves back into his lap. "So... This is gonna take a while. And we've got... about an hour. Discarding the about thirty minute drive and five minutes for breakfast."

Alice sighed dejectedly, but set to work. Which mostly meant she threw stuff in her truck and trusted her brother to take it back out, move stuff around, and put it back together in an organized manner. They worked well together because, despite all their differences, they thought a lot a like, and managed with very little bickering and only a few interruptions from her arsehole of a cat.

"There," Alice murmured when she finally got her trunk to close. She and Francis were both sitting on it. It was the only way. Now her room actually looked clean, and Puck was sitting kindly on his own little truck of supplies, looking very bored and posh. "Thank you for your services, dear brother."

"We've got... forty five minutes. Wow. That's surprising. Quicker than I thought." He got off Alice's trunk. "Let's go get some breakfast and head out the door, huh?" He walked out of Alice's room and had some fresh pancakes their mother made before heading out the door and making it to Platform 9 3/4 after about twenty five minutes in a quiet drive to Kings Cross Station.

Platform 9 and 3/4 was as packed as it always was, with first years cuddled up to their parents and second years walking around all smug because they felt like they knew what they were doing. Alice grinned and waved at a few friendly faces she saw, but stuck close to Francis, not ready to let him go yet.

Francis glanced around the large platform, looking for those certain groups of antagonizing people who go out of their way to make him feel horrible. But, Alice would usually kick their asses if she caught them. He clung to her as if she was gun at his hip. "It's about fifteen minutes to eleven. Don't you think we should get on the train?"

"You're such a worry wart, Francis," Alice mumbled under her breath, but she gave a nod anyway and hooked her arm through his. At the very least, getting on early would get them a better seat. Not that Alice was against pushing her way in somewhere she'd barely fit, but it bothered Francis, and she didn't want him to leave her, so. Sacrifices and what not. "Let's go then." Puck unwound himself from the top of her trunk where he'd been perched, dropping onto the train first and weaving through legs to find them a compartment that would be empty. His royalness liked to have enough space to stretch out in.

"No, I'm just..." Francis didn't continue on the sight of one of the groups of adversaries. He followed Puck, with Alice by his side into an empty compartment, "Thank god. We're okay... I'm okay..." He quietly whispered to himself under his breath. "You can go with your friends if you want. Puck will keep me company." He patted the cat by his side, purring and rubbing against him.

Alice looked a little worriedly over her shoulder as stored her stuff in the overhead compartment and sat down in one of the empty seats, stretching her feet out. She didn't know what he said, but she figured he whispered it for a reason, which made her wonder what she'd missed. "That little tosser loves you more than me," Alice murmured, aiming a glare at her cat. Puck glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before arching up into Francis' touch even more, his purring impossibly getting louder. "Tosser," Alice repeated, slower and with more meaning, then looked up at her brother. "And no way in hell! I am staying right here before school separates us."

"School won't separate us, Alice. We always did find a way to get into eachother's common rooms so we could cuddle. Same with lunch, we always found our way to eachother's tables without getting in trouble." He chuckled and looked back down at the fluffy black cat. "You can bring your friends over here if you want. Even Albus. No matter how much I hate the bastard."

Alice nodded a little and picked at a loose thread at the bottom of her shirt. She knew he was right, they would always find a way back to each other, and at this point most of the Professors had decided to leave them alone. The Ravenclaws didn't mind her company, and most of the Gryffindor's actually liked Francis, so it was okay. It was fine. She snorted at the mention of Albus and shook her head. "No thanks. Malfoy spent the summer abroad, which means they've been apart this whole time. They're probably going to be horribly indecent company. Granted... having Albus' attention elsewhere might make him somewhat tolerable."

"Well. He's probably gonna show up anyway and be a total asshole. Or make out with Scorpius the whole damn time. Who are you other friends? Besides Augusta." The cat moved into his lap as he scratched him. He was a cute thing, but a total little shit. An on and off again type of love. Whenever Francis was patting him or giving him food, the cat loved him, next minute, he totally didn't give a shit.

Alice couldn't argue with that. Albus would undoubtedly show up eventually, he had a habit of doing that. "Or, Merlin forbid, stick his hand down Scorpius' trousers." She shuddered violently, because she'd seen it happen once. Scorpius had put a stop to it with a glare that could probably kill small animals, but Albus had just thrown back his head and laughed. Little fucker.

She gaped a little bit. "I have plenty of other friends! Lorcan will probably be around soon. And Lucy Weasley, I like her. And James is nice, you like James. Or, hey, if Albus pops up when can just invite Lily over and he'll scram." Or be an even worse asshole, either were a possibility. It was hard to know without gauging his mood before hand.

"Urgh." He shuddered in unison with her and slightly gagged. He put his hands up in defense and widened his eyes, "Hey, I didn't say you had any other friends. I just said Augusta doesn't count!" He looked at the door, seeing another student that she had mentioned, "Speaking of the devil."


The sun was out shining brightly on this morning. The light had poured through the windows, shining directly into Lysander's eyes rousing the boy from his sleep. He awoke with a yawn, and groggily stretched out his limbs. It was still early and though he was sure his parents were already up, a quick look to the other side of the room confirmed it. His lazy doppelganger was still sleeping, and rather heavily too.

It didn't take Lysander very long to jump out of bed, and get dressed. As he did so the boy evidently disturbed the sleep of an irritable furball resting at the foot of the bed. Lysander simply shook his head in a bemused sort of way, Grimsby was just as lazy as his owner, though his temper was far worse. Compared to his brother he had always been something of a morning person. Next to his bed sat Zeus patiently perched within his cage. Though at this point Lysander would swear the bird was giving him an irritated glare. The bird was much happier once the cage was open, and it was once again allowed to stretch his wings.

It took a few shakes, but eventually Lorcan opened his eyes. For a moment there was only a blurry image standing in front of him. It was his face, or more accurately it was his brother's."Ah bloody hell Ly. Can't I just sleep a little more?" He turned away in a vain attempt to avoid waking up for the day.

"Nope. It's time to get up. First day of school today. We don't want to be late." Lysander spoke in a slightly more excited tone than usual, clearly eager to return back to Hogwarts, though he was certain that Lorcan's excitement eclipsed his own. He shook him a few more times though to no avail. Eventually Zeus perched himself near Lorcan's head, and began hooting attempting to wake him.

It wasn't until Lorcan felt something pawing at his face that he finally decided to open his eyes, and move. Grimsby was there joining the movement to wake the tired wizard. "Ah it's a damn mutiny!" He spoke with annoyance as he got up, lifted Grimsby into the air, sending him on his way, though not without a quick scratch beneath his chin."Fine, fine. I'm getting up. Don't get your trousers in a bunch!"

"Hey it's not my fault you refuse to get up! Remember what happened last time? We nearly missed the train." Lysander then began to gather his things, and finish packing everything he needed. When he was done he double checked his bags to make sure he didn't forget anything. As he did so Lorcan made sure to get to the bathroom before his brother could.

It took quite a bit of time for the twins to get ready as Lorcan had neglected to pack the day before. Though as soon as they were ready they rushed out the door. It didn't take them long to reach the station, and soon they were face to face with the Hogwarts Express.

Lorcan eyed the train excitedly eager to board and catch up with his friends. He could only imagine the things James or Alice had gotten into over the summer vacation, and he simply couldn't wait to catch up with his best mates.Come on lets go find us a seat!" He eagerly made his way to the train, his brother following by his side. Grimsby was lazily walking beside his Lorcan and his brother.

Lysander however stared at the train, nervously eyeing the large amounts of students already pouring in. Even after four years attending Hogwarts, the first day always made him feel somewhat nervous, despite his best efforts."I hope there's enough room. What if we don't get to sit together? Or get stuck with ALbus?"

Lorcan visibly shook at the suggestions. Though they were in different houses and each one truly loved where they were they hated being seperated. For the moment however they weren't yet at Hogwarts, and Lorcan would hate to be apart from his brother if he didn't have to. "Spending time with my least favorite of the Potters? Hopefully not." There was animosity, and annoyance in his voice that would be utterly absent with regards to any other Potter. Lorcan simply adored the family, there were few Potters he disliked. Albus just happened to be the exception.

When the twins had boarded the train they both began searching for a compartment to take residence in for the trip. Ideally Lorcan was keeping an eye out for those friends of his like James, Lily, and Alice, who had taken a likening to both twins. However after searching for a moment they Lorcan was unable to locate them through the influx of students boarding the train, searching for their own companions.

As the search for a suitable compartment continued the twins came across one filled with Weaslys. Not surprising considering just how many of them there were. These particular Weaslys were Roxy, and Freddie, certainly not the worst people to ride with. "Hey what about here?" With a mischievous smirk Lorcan gave Lysander a gentle push into the cart, knowing full well his brothers crush. Zeus who was stuck in his cage being held by Lysander gave more protest to the shove than the worrisome twin ever would.

With a push Lysander was suddenly face to face with Freddy Weasly, the Hufflepuff he had all too often been to nervous to speak with directly. He awkwardly looked toward the ground hoping that no one noticed the sheepish grin or the increasing redness of his face. Lysander mentally cursed out his brother, for putting him in this situation."Oh um hi there Freddie. And uh Roxy. Would you two maybe mind...." Lysander found that in this situation it was increasingly hard to find the right words to say anything, until his words awkwardly fizzled out.

With a grin Lorcan threw a playful, and loving arm over his brothers shoulders. In the face of his brothers inability to speak properly Lorcan opened his mouth to speak."Roxy, Freddy! Good to see you! Are these seats taken?


It was such a hard thing to ask for a sleep-in in the Longbottom household. Augusta waited for her mother to put an end to the disruptive routine sibling bickering but no aid ever came. She rubbed her eyes with a half hearted groan and got up to face her seventh year and finished the last of her packing in her trunk from the previous night.

Augusta loved Hogwarts for all it bloomed her to be and the second home it felt like. That and home was never that far in Hogwarts anyway. Her dad worked at the school, and the twins were still under the same castle roof.

She slaved her feet to the kitchen for some breakfast. And she moved more efficiently than the twins that she could still hear distantly down the hall. Augusta sighed out and shook her head. No wonder they had to get up early, it took that long to get their butts in gear. She herself took a while to appreciate the perk of organization but the duo she was living'd be a long time. But it was their own problem so she would not assist, even if their mother asked her to. After all it was they who deprived her a few extra precious minutes of sleep.

The journey to platform 9¾ was rather mellow. That was held in comparison to this morning's fuss. Arriving at the platform, Augusta threw in some stashed chocolate from her uniform. They were her little sanity treats. Augusta pat the twins as she passed to board the express, catching the last of their conversation. "Augusta counts as the greatest friend, thank you." She shot Alice a look not to argue with it and one that could have communicated 'don' you forget it.'

As she waltzed pass the compartments, she wiggled her fingers with all the decisions. Augusta second looked one with an amused smile. What a bundle. The Scamander Twins and Weasleys and Lysander struggling for words. But that was no parade she was going to rain on.

Augusta continued her walk, where the increasing fear of being left with some second years grew. Alas she found a free compartment and slipped into it quickly as if racing somebody to it.

Roxy Weasley
Freddy Weasley
Freddy and Roxy, who had just started a game of wizards chess looked up together to see Lorcan and Lysander standing at the door to the compartment. Freddy smiled softly and patted the seat next to him, "Please, make yourself at home." Roxy nodded and then stood up and gave lorcan a big smack on the back, "Well Lo! It sure is good to see you. I've been so bored with no one to talk quidditch with!" They sat down, chittering like chipmunks. "You can talk about quidditch with me too, you know."
At that Roxy stop dead mid sentence, looked over at Fred and just stared at him almost dumbfounded. She quickly glanced back at Lorcan then back at Freddy. "If you know so much about quidditch the whats pray tell was the origin of the Golden Snitch?"
Roxy crossed her arms and sat back to watch as her brother squirmed in his seat. After a few moments of silence Roxy chuckled and sat up straight.
"In 1269 a wizard by the name of Barberus Bragge, the Chief of the Wizards' Council attended a game. As a nod to the sport of Snidget-hunting, which was also popular at the time, Bragge brought such a bird to the game and released it from its cage. He told the players that one-hundred fifty Galleons would be awarded to the player who caught the bird. Easier said than done: the Snidget is very fast, very small, and can make sudden changes of direction at high speeds. The considerable challenge posed by the flight patterns of the bird is what made Snidget-hunting so popular in the first place. What happened at the Quidditch game in question was rather predictable: the players totally ignored the game, and each and every one simply went off in pursuit of the Snidget, which was kept within the arena by the crowd using Repelling Charms.
After many years of this the population of the Snidget's numbers had drastically declined and in the 14th century was made an endangered species meaning the Snidget could no longer be used for Quidditch. The game could not be played without a substitute and that was made by a metal-charmer from Godric's Hollow who invented a fake Snidget, which he called the Golden Snitch."

Roxy sat back and grinned then muttered softly to the boys who had their mouths wide open,
"And that is why you should pay attention in COMC." She was right after all, Care of Magical Creatures was one of her favorite classes.

Freddy looked at Lysander and scowled, "I though we had a whole train ride ahead of us before we got lectures guess I was wrong." He looked past Lysander just in time to see Augusta Longbottom pas their cabin, he hoped the train would get moving soon. He couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts.


Lysander felt an instant, though small wave of relief was over him the moment Freddy invited them into the compartment. Though it seemed to come back as Lysander took a seat next to the attractive wizard. He tried once more to hide his nervousness, and was sure that he was far more successful this time. Though he decided it was best not to open his mouth, at least for the moment.

Lorcan wore a confident smirk and gave a hearty laugh in response to Roxy smacking his back."No one to talk Quidditch with? Well that's just not right." He quickly took up a seat next to the Ravenclaw captain, and quickly began rattling away about the best game ever conceived. As Roxy went into explaining he gave a sort of dumbfounded look. He never really knew the origins of the Golden Snitch, and he certainly wasn't expecting to hear a lecture about it on the train.

Lysaner however gave a knowledgeable nod as Roxy began to speak. Lysander always did fairly well in care of magical Creatures. Of course that was something that most people expected of a Scamander. Perhaps that explained Lorcan's clearly fake expression of comprehension?

when Freddy spoke to him Lysander he gave a quick, yet nervous nod. "Oh yeah who knew right? Lectures are the worst." By Merlin he hoped he didn't sound too stupid, as words poured out of his mouth.

As Lysander spoke Lorcan could only marvel at his brother's inability to speak. Though it wasn't soemthing that unusal. Lysander did always have trouble talking to people in general, let alone those he developed a crush on. Lorcan thought it was best to take command of the conversation himself. He Lorcan looked at both the Weasly's with an inquisitive smile."So Roxy, Freddie. How was your summer? Anything exciting happen?"

Freddy Weasley

Roxy looked back at Lorcan and the two of them began to talk about their summers, she told him about how she spent some of the summer in Romania with her uncle Charlie and how she almost got a to ride a dragon but how her uncle changed his mind at the last second.
As they chattered on Freddy looked over at Lysander who had been quiet for most of the time he had been sitting next to Fred. "Are you excited to get to School? I know I am, I got an owl from Professor Parker. He said he found something when he and Hagrid went on a trip to visit the giants in the dark forest."
Roxy heard Freddy talking about the owl he got from Parker and quickly told him to shut up, that what Professor Howlett found was going to be much more interesting then anything from the dark forest. Freddy waved Roxy away and then began to set up for another game of wizard chess "Want to play?" He asked Lysander, Freddy filed as he set up the last piece and the board sprang to life, his chess pieces looking up at him ready to attack the other pieces.


Lorcan sat there chatting away with Roxy, about what they did over the summer, and he was quiet thoroughly amazed that she almost got to ride a dragon. "Wow that sounds cool. I wish I could do stuff like that. You think I'd be able to see all kinds of cool monsters, and beasts..He paused, and then started to talk in a playfully mocking tone.[color= #AB0000]"But no Mum, and dad says it's to dangerous."[/color]

While Lorcan was rambling with Roxy, Lysander sat there, trying not to make a fool of himself. When Freddy started to speak to him, he took a moment to collect himself, he managed not to stumble over his words much as he spoke, though he still couldn't quiet shake a nervous feeling, inching its way down his spine."Well yeah I'm pretty excited to get back." He gave a nervous pause again. It wasn't just Freddy's presence that set him on edge. Lysander thought what this year at Hogwarts would be like, and though he tried not to he couldn't help but feel like something bad was going to happen."Well to be honest I have a bad feeling about this year. Not sure why, its, it's probably nothing though."

When Freddy asked him to play a game of wizard chess Lysander gave a brisk nod. He was never much of a chess player, but certainly it couldn't be that hard of a game.

Roxy Weasley

( Thursday, September 1st, 2022 || Casual || Feelin' || Hogwarts Express || Mood: Flustered || Mission: Catch the little rascals )

As Roxy and Lorcan went back to talking and Freddy and Lysander played their game, neither of them were very good at it but it was fun none the less.
As the train trudged on there was a great rattle that shook all the compartments, and one of the chess pieces fell and landed on Mia the foxes head.
Mia and Ava both woke up and were suddenly hissing and scrambling around to compartment. In the shuffle Freddy accidentally hit the door in just the right way that it slid open and the two Foxes bolted out and down the corridor. Roxy saw and ran after them cursing herself for taking their collars off when they got into the cart. The collars had been enchanted so that the two could always find their way back to Roxy.
She fallowed them into a compartment the had been open just enough so that they could run in.
She watched as they hopped up into one of the occupants lap and curled back up to go to sleep. After catching her breath Roxy sighed and then looked up at the man who the two of them had found.
Roxy laughed and crossed her arms, "Well if it isn't my favorite Potter! How are you James?" She smiled at the puzzled look on his face at the two sleeping foxes on his lap.




The Hogwarts Express left King's Cross Station at 11:00am. After a few slightly dramatic events over the six hour period of the drive, they had now reached Hogsmeade Station in Scotland at exactly 5:00pm. No earlier and no later. The first years went off in their boats right away to head to the castle. But, the other students had ten minutes to stay in Hogsmeade as the last few Thestrals were getting prepared to travel the children to the school.

Roxy & Freddy Weasley

Uniforms: x x || Feelin || Hogsmeade || Mood: Excited || Mission: Get to the carriges!

After talking to James and Grey for the last stretch of the train ride Roxy hopped off the train and looked around to find Freddy, it always helped that he was so tall, made it easier to find him. She quickly pushed through the crowds of people toward him and Lorcan and Lysander, "Well don't you boys look spiffy!" she said with a smile.

Freddy smiled proudly and patted Mia and Ava on the head. "I see you found your creatures." He said nodding toward the two foxes in Roxy's arms. "You want me to carry one until we get to Hogwarts?" He asked noticing she was having a hard time holding on to them both with people bumping into her.

"Please!" Roxy handed over Mia to Freddy who curled up in the crook of his elbow and just sat there watching the crowds of people.
"I don't really need anything here do you guys?" Roxy asked looking from Freddy to Lorcan and Lysander.

Freddy shook his head and looked at the twins as well, smiling softly at the slight tent of red on Lysander's cheeks.