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Legends in the Making

Legends in the Making

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A Harry Potter Generations Role Play.

Accepting Character Applications - Looking for Hufflepuff Girl and Ravenclaw Girl

1,479 readers have visited Legends in the Making since Rae created it.

Adantas are listed as curators, giving them final say over any conflict & the ability to clean up mistakes.

Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

www.jkrowling.com/

Introduction

Legends in the Making
:: A Harry Potter Generations Role Play ::


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:: Announcements ::

:: The role play will start ten days from Sunday September 23. If you think you will loose interest between now and that time, please do not reserve a character.

:: Just because you reserve a character does not mean you will be accepted in the role play. Please keep this in mind.

:: The Character Skeleton is now up. Adantas has returned! Please have your characters up by Friday, but let us know if you are working on them and need more time. You may change the coding as you desire however keep all the requested information. We are almost ready to start the role play!

:: Feel free to post in the OOC Board for General Chat or Q&A and Development as well as constantly checking back in here for updates on the role play.


:: Introduction ::

Greetings,

Adantas and I have spent many an hour creating a plot for an out of the ordinary Literate HP Role Play. I assume if you have clicked on this link that you are indeed interested in the fandom of Harry Potter and we are delighted that you are so. We are looking for a fairly specific group of role players to join us in playing out the plot that has been created, which I will get to in just a moment.

First of all we are looking for dedicated role players, we spent a lot of time on this and want to see it go as far as it possibly can, not die out within the first week.

Second of all we are looking for literate role players, which means you write more than two sentences and develop your character while continuing the story within your post.

Third of all we are looking for people who will love this role play as much as we do because it is like our little baby.

Do you think you may have what it takes? Then please read on for the plot!


:: Setting ::

This role play mainly takes place at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardy. The eight students are in their final year of Hogwarts and spend their free time roaming the entire castle, sure they may have a favorite room here and there but they never really leave the grounds of Hogwarts.

There will be opportunities within the role play to do side stories, such as a game of truth or dare in the room of requitment or maybe playing out how a day in classes would go. Perhaps even a trip to Hogsmead to get the students mind off all that they have going on. The Game Moderators will set up everything all you need to worry about is playing your characters to their fullest extent. Oh, and of course having fun in the process!

If there is a setting you would like to role play that is not provided let the Game Moderators know and we will discuss it with each other. We love getting feedback and hearing suggestions so please don't hesitate to let us know what you want to see in the role play.

This role play is set to take place many, many generations after Harry Potter and his friends. We want a whole new group of original characters. We would prefer not to have any descendants of the originals within the group, this is your chance to truly create an original Harry Potter character in the Hogwarts universe! Please take advantage of it.


:: Plot ::

We have eight friends, two from each house, in their final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and when reminiscing on how they met one day they decide that they want to be remembered. Not just for getting good grades, or winning the quidditch cup, but going down in history like Fred and George Weasley did or the famous Trio that defeated the dark lord. The only problem is how to go about doing it. Several suggestions are sent forth before one of the group remembers an old and mysterious book they had checked out of the library. The author of the book had the same last name as one of the group and they soon discover it is an old family journal. What does this journal contain you wonder? I am glad you asked.

The journal tells of an ancient tale long forgotten by Hogwarts of a brother and sister who were some of the first students of the founders of Hogwarts. The brother was a Hufflepuff and dearly loved his younger sister who was a Ravenclaw. He loved her so much and was so protective of her that he (and this is where the journal gets a little fuzzy) somehow got his hands on an object of sorts that was supposed to protect her. The object backfired and instead of being a protective charm entrapped the girl. The brother was devastated and shamed of what he had done, he had no idea how to undo the curse so he hid the object deep within the forbidden forest within a dragons nest. The brother was obsessed with dragons. He then spent his entire life trying to figure out how to free his sister from the object but right when he was on the brink of discovering the secret he was killed by one of the dragons he so dearly loved. His journal was meant to be passed from generation to generation until the girl was freed but with time became only an old story of a crazy ancestor. Eventually the journal was donated to Hogwarts and placed in the myths and legends of the school section where one of the friends discovered it.

As for how to free her? It was so simple that it was staring the poor boy in the face the entire time, all the necklace needed was a drop of his blood (or any of his family's) The group of friends must discover this on their own from the clues contained in the journal and find and release the girl from her prison. (If we get that far, which we really hope to) The girls spirit has turned spiteful and evil from being locked away and denied her chance at life, her dark energy has to be locked away after its release so the friends must discover how to lock the poor soul away, all the while she goes around terrorizing the school. However, trapping the spirit back in its prison is far more difficult than freeing her in the first place.


:: Characters ::

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Gryffindor Boy - Taken
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Name :: Grayson Oliver Buckley
Bloodline :: Half
Best Friend :: Dalia Massri
Face Claim :: Darren Criss
Puppet Master :: Heather1205

Gryffindor Girl - Taken
Name :: Izzie Jackson
Bloodline :: Muggle Born
Best Friend :: RErick Blacktalow
Face Claim :: None?
Puppet Master :: The Painkiller


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Hufflepuff Boy - Taken
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Name :: Niles Ried
Bloodline :: Full Blood
Best Friend :: Celine Marie Du'Frost
Face Claim :: William Brent Unger
Puppet Master :: Adantas

Hufflepuff Girl - Open
Name ::
Bloodline ::
Best Friend :: Richard Faustus Montonous
Face Claim ::
Puppet Master ::


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Ravenclaw Boy - Taken
Name :: Erick Blacktalow
Bloodline :: Muggle Born
Best Friend :: Izzie Jackson
Face Claim :: Yoann Leroux
Puppet Master :: TheChaplain

Ravenclaw Girl - Open
Name ::
Bloodline ::
Best Friend :: Grayson Oliver Buckley
Face Claim ::
Puppet Master ::


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Slytherin Boy - Taken
Name :: Richard Faustus Montonous
Bloodline :: Pure
Best Friend :: Hufflepuff Girl
Face Claim :: Shia Labouf
Puppet Master :: flying monkey child

Slytherin Girl - Taken
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Name :: Celine Marie Du'Frost
Bloodline :: Half Blood
Best Friend :: Niles Ried
Face Claim :: Hillary Duff
Puppet Master :: Rae

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:: Overview ::

We believe when one submits a character application for a role-play they are signing a contract to actively participate and communicate with us the GM's and their fellow role-players. We cannot stress enough how much anguish we feel when a promising role-play dies after one post from each character because their puppet masters are not keeping their commitment to the group. That being said, we are looking for committed, long term role-players. We understand you have a life outside of the computer and that will be addressed shortly but before we go into specifics we want to make sure each and every one of you understands what we expect from those who submit a character application to one of our role-plays. This is not for the faint of heart; we are looking for serious and dedicated puppet masters to role-play this storyline with. We will put one hundred percent effort into our characters and posts and we expect that anyone who submits a character application does the same. If you have read this far and believe you have what it takes, please continue reading.

:: Time Commitment ::

We understand that everyone has a life outside of the computer and it can be very difficult to be online every day. But for this role-play we would like you to check in. Say a quick hello, let us know you are here, still interested in the role-play, and will respond when you can. We expect a minimum of two posts a week, even if it is one every other day, the role-play will be caught at a standstill if crucial characters do not respond. By submitting a character application you are saying you agree to write in the out of character section and that if for any reason you are unable to post the minimum amount of times you will write us a message in the out of character board letting us know of your absence and will find a way to excuse your character, either temporarily or permanently from the role-play.

:: Characters ::

As far as characters go we hope you will develop well rounded puppets so that not only will you be able to grow your character through the course of the role-play, but others will be able to watch your character grow and develop with the storyline. There will be no God-Mod-ing or Power-Playing for any reason. Think of your character as your child (puppet) and plan for them to be different when you finish the role-play than from when you first started. Because we expect the characters to grow and change you may be asking how you are to go about filling out the character application and that is really quite a simple matter. Fill it out for the way character is at the start. If they end up changing during the course of the role-play no one will hold it against you as that is the encouragement. Create an application with complete sentences, real life pictures, and realistic qualities. If you are from a cold climate you aren’t going to walk around in a bikini. Realistic is the key. Please use complete sentences, and do a spell check or two before you hit the submit button. We understand that it may take quite a bit of time to think up a character and submit it which is why we ask you reserve the character spot you wish to play using the below form and type it all up in a word program before you transfer it to the character application form located here on this site. When creating your characters please use real life people and depending on what country your character is from, choose a celebrity from that country.

Whether you are accepted or not will depend heavily on your character application as it is an indicator of what you will be like as a fellow puppet master. The only things we do ask you to include are a real life picture for your character the skeleton can be found below.


:: Characters Skeleton::
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[font=][color=]Face Claim ::[/color][/font] [font=][color=]Actor/Actress Here[/color][/font]

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[font=][color=]Personality ::[/color][/font] [font=][color=]Personality Here[/color][/font]

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[font=][color=]:: Final ::[/color][/font]

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[font=][color=]Code ::[/color][/font] [font=][color=]Code Here[/color][/font]


:: Posting ::

Each post should be spell checked before submission and tag only your character in your post. That way people will be able to see the thumbnail of the character who wrote it. We believe this makes it easier to keep track of what is what as well as keeping the board looking organized. If you do find that you have writers block, let us know in the out of character board and we will try to help you out. Try to get a decent sized paragraph or paragraphs. One paragraph to me is equal to four sentences so really you should be posting at least three or four paragraphs per post or about a 300 word minimum.

:: Final Note ::

Please only post in OOC for Character Reservation, anything else should be PM to me or Adantas until a general chat/questions OOC board has been created.

:: A Word from your Game Moderators ::

Just another little note from me, the best way to ensure that this is played out to the fullest is if all the puppet masters truly are having fun and want to see their characters grow and develop with each post they write. It's that fun and exciting part that really is the highlight of all awesome RolePlays! I mean that's the reason we're all here isn't it? So guys, don't be afraid to discuss anything with us, I'm always super eager and always looking just to get excited, so if you just want to have a bit of a squeal over some bit that really got you going in the RP don't hesitate to PM me. Also, I'm there if you have any questions or just general chat. And remember, it's all about the fun!
Adantas

Hey everyone, I just wanted to say a quick hello and another little side note. I know you have done a lot of reading already so please forgive me for making you read even more! I know that sometimes my requirements or expectations can seem a little harsh, I just love role playing and making and playing out characters and hate it when I am not able to develop my characters as far as they could go. I really am a very nice and easy going person though and I promise I don't bite! I also love to hear feedback, so if I am doing something you don't like or you have a problem with anything please let me know. I feel as a GM its my job to make this role play as enjoyable as possible for you! Both me and Adantas are really easy going and love making new friends so don't be afraid to talk to us please. I think I have said everything I need to, please have a ton of fun and enjoy yourselves. After all, isn't that what role playing is all about? If you have read through absolutely everything than please where your character application says "codes" let us know what your favorite Harry Potter book is and why.
Rae

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Niles wouldn't ever of imagined that this day would have been anything more than just a usual day with the gang. At Cece's comment he gave her his most dubious look, making sure she knew he was deadly serious.

"Take off my layers? My dear Celine! I'm sorry to say this but you've gone raving mad, no way in hell would I expose any inch of skin in this weather." He said sternly, but as usual he ruined his seriousness by poking his tongue out at her. A distraction in the form of Monty arrived and using this time he quickly nicked her piece of bread, tore a chunk off and handed it back. He just shrugged off her glare. It was just that stolen food always tasted so much better! Of course, when Monty made his expected comment Niles did his best of a wounded male, clutching his chest as if in agony.

"Gah, pierced me right in the manhood! You cut me deep dude, real deep." The only thing betraying his intense acting was the smile that he couldn't hold back. While he was mucking up as usual, Tar and Erick had also arrived, sitting just that little bit away. It was pretty typical of them but Niles was going to make it is personal goal to get them to open up just that bit more and be part of them. It was awesome when Grayson arrived because as usual he had brought his guitar. He was a great musician and Niles loved it when he would play for them. As Gray was arriving, he called out for some food. Feeling obliged Niles grabbed a bread roll and chucked it at him. He was rather impressed how the guy managed to catch it with one hand, his left even! The pick of the day was Skinny Love. One of the very popular muggle songs. He had to admit it was a pretty good song and he soon found himself humming along. When the song finished he lay back onto his elbow and looked up to the sky. Unfortunately, it was rather cloudy but that didn't stop him from admiring the swirling grey clouds and the wonders of mother nature. All seemed peaceful, he was enjoying the time with his friends, yet he really should have realised that the looming clouds were a warning. Flying over head Tar's owl came soaring down. It held a letter and confused Niles rose to a sitting position, his eyes instantly looking over to Tar. Her face was clearly worried and so Niles took it that the coming of the owl was not a good sign.

As Tar fled, Monty close behind, Niles was dumbstruck. He had no way to react to what had just happened. Everything just fell away so quickly that he couldn't really comprehend that Tar was leaving for good. Her back, with blonde hair flying everywhere, disappearing into the distance would be the last he saw of her. Slowly, almost painfully he rose to his feet and came to stand beside Cece. Everything felt numb. He gently rested his hand on Cece's shoulder, not wanting to force her to do anything but wanting her to know he was here. It was a tough blow to them all to know that Tar was gone.

It seemed like a lifetime had passed before they sat back down on the rug. The mood heavy felt like a physical weight in the air, so much so that Niles didn't even notice Izzie arrive. He hadn't spoken a word even after Monty came back. The chuckle seemed odd in the atmostphere but it managed to break the Hufflepuff out of his thoughts. He blinked a few times and a sad smile appeared as he looked at Monty. Never would he have taken up Monty's offer, preferring not to get into trouble but considering what had just happened. He needed to get away and maybe this was the best way to do it.

"You know what? Sure."

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Erick merely glanced up towards her, perhaps a bit inquisitively, but otherwise he gave no answer to the off-hand query. Not exactly unexpected; when was Erick exactly the chattiest of fellows? Instead, he returned her raised eyebrow with an impassive gaze for about a second before venturing his own question.

"You're wet?" he asked, eyeing the drenched, tattered robes still stretched across Izzie's wide shoulders. She glanced down--having rather forgotten her vehement determination to wear those fucked up robes for...well, some reason that she'd probably recall when it didn't really matter any more--and then back up towards Erick. "I was on fire," she answered simply. Then she took a fleeting look back over to the group gathered not far away from where she'd come upon Erick sitting all by his lonesome, and then turned back to her friend. "Hey, let's go join 'em, yeah? Bein' on your own like that ain't no good. Bad for your liver or some shit like that. Better for me, too. I don't wanna die of boredom stuck out here with your mute ass bein' all loner on me." She grinned a bit, though the expression was dashed from her face when Erick didn't react. For that matter, he generally didn't react to her less-than-pleasant attempts at humour to begin with, but now there was something...kinda queer about how he didn't react. Kinda rubbed her the wrong way. Her brow furrowed and her tight-knit, scarred lips nearly opened to lay on the inevitable query--What's eatin' at your ass? Except maybe, for once, a little more pleasantly phrased, 'cause Erick was her friend after all, and anything that was buggin' Erick was buggin' Izzie too.

But she ventured no such inquiry, for the answer came to her just as quickly as the question, and she chose to blurt that out thoughtless instead. "Aw hell, I'm buggin' you again aren't I?" she decided spontaneously, with an air of certainty. Sometimes, she forgot Erick was a guy who often needed his own space and time, and if he was hangin' out away from everybody else he sure as hell didn't need Izzie all up in his shit. 'course, he was, as she'd quite eloquently put it, a 'mute ass', and never said a damn thing, but she...got feelings. Shit, it was that way with just about everybody, but fuck everybody, Izzie didn't care if she was buggin' everybody. But she'd lay off Erick if she was buggin' him. That's what friends were for, right? Layin' off when you were buggin' them? Something like that.

"I'll just head over there, eh?" she babbled on, before shoving her hands into the pockets of her robes and trudging off towards the others, murmuring incessantly under her breath and resisting the urge to steal a furtive glance back towards her old friend.

She managed to shut up once she was within earshot of the rest of the gang, only to find it was no different. The chill she was greeted with as she walked into their midst was of a very different sort that inevitably swept up the Moray Firth this time'o year--not that she noticed this at first. Nope, first thing she noticed was Monty's voice yellin' out something about skipping class and drinkin' out in the woods, which Izzie was practically honour-bound to reply to with a hearty call of 'hell yes!'

Even then, it was not long that Izzie, never the most perceptive of sorts, realised something was wrong around here too. Mostly 'cause Niles of all people, Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky over there, and more than a little of a goody-two-shoes type, threw his lot in with Monty's invitation. Now this prompted Izzie, for once, to stop and actually look around at everybody, which brought to her attention the fact that everybody here looked like someone had individually called their mother fat, drop-kicked their kitten out the window, and then, for good measure, called their mother fat again. That kinda look. Cece was even lying dejected and pale at the root of the wide willow tree, looking particularly miserable. And therefore was it, knowing that she could be treading on thin ice, that Izzie made her ignorance to the situation known in as subtle a manner as possible.

"Yo, the hell's up with everybody today? Y'all look like y'just saw a ghos...y'know, I keep forgetting that expression ain't really applicable any more. And for that matter--" Yet another unusual item had at last come to her attention. "--where the hell's Tarvel gone? I thought I'd find her over there gettin' her loner on with Blacktalow, then I realised being a loner with other people kinda defeats the purpose of being a loner."

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Erick followed Izzie toward the group. She wasn't bugging him, she was just over thinking and second guessing, something he was used to in Izzie.

Erick gave some thought to his classes. He had transfiguration next, a class he couldn't miss.

"Na, I should get to class." he said with resignation. "Next time though for sure." he promised with a few more words than normal, hoping they would make up for his absence. He held up a peace sign as he walked off.

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Celine lay slumped against the tree feeling hollow. She wasn't quite sure why she felt this way, it wasn't like her and tarval had been best buds or anything. But this was their last year and she had imagined they would all spend it together making a bang with some fantabulous adventure yet to be uncovered. Shrugging her shoulders she sat up, scooting closer to Niles and laying her head on his shoulder. It helped her feel better.

Izzy was the same as ever, clueless at the get go then slowly realizing something was up. She nodded her head to Eric as he headed off for class and then settled her gaze on izzy. "She's gone, family issues." Not feeling like explaining the entire scenario, she simply held up the letter that had been clutched in her hand. Satisfied Izzy would come to the proper conclusion on her own, cece stood and looked at Monty. "Sounds like a perfect way to spend a crappy afternoon." She hesitated for a moment remembering the time she ran into the blue furrballs in the forbidden forest, "do you have the booze on you or do we need to snatch them?" She herself had one bottle up in her trunk with a false bottom, it helped her on the particularly hard evenings. "Know what, I don't really care. You guys can figure it out. I'm heading to the forest." Classes were about to start and if they didn't move soon one of the ground prefects would notice them and write then up for not making their way to class.

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With a smile, Monty hopped up off the ground and followed after Cece. It seemed like the majority had decided to join him in his little excursion in the forest. While it meant showing them to his rather secret area, it made sense that, if anyone, it might as well be these people.

About a kilometer into the forest there was a rather nasty looking boulder. It was covered in vines and moss, and looked simply unattractive. A magic spell and a password later, though, and the rock lifts up to reveal a cellar, of sorts. It was a small room with two medium size pipes extending to the surface in order to ventilate. The kilometer walk in could seem long, but ever since he finished setting this place up he usually just traveled there by air, making the trip much shorter.

At first, Monty just buried his stash in the woods. However, it came to his attention one night, as he was being chased by something that didn’t particularly like Monty coming into its territory, that intoxicating oneself in a dangerous forest without any form of protection could prove to have negative results. A simple ‘magic password’ wasn’t hard to do, and to be honest if you knew just about anything to do with security magic you could probably break the spell without too much trouble. But you’d have to know it was there to begin with, and the boulder blended in with the rest of the forest well enough. Usually Monty left the boulder off of the entrance way to have a little more air circulation, but in times of trouble a simple flick of the wrist would move the boulder over the hole, protecting him inside if need be. Building this little room has proved beneficial. Not only did it feel like a personal go-to place, but it also gave him plenty of room to stash all kinds of goodies, which, when you have an army of house elves at your disposal, are not that hard to sneak in. It helped that, unlike the rest of his family, the house elves actually liked Monty, and had no problem doing these favors for him.

“Worried about being caught?” Monty asked, nudging Cece playfully. “Do I have the booze? Look who you’re talking to, girl. I always have the booze. And I have the secret hideaway, as well as just about everything our mischievous little selves could use to mend our hurting hearts.” It was hard to tell if he was being serious or sarcastic, though it was probably a bit of both. Monty wasn’t hurting much about Tara leaving, but he did feel strangely guilty about having hired his father to have her memory wiped. It was for the best, he kept telling himself, but that didn’t seem to help. The worst part was, this was something he had to keep to himself. The others wouldn’t understand.

After a little over ten minutes of walking, the group happened upon the boulder. “You guys are going to hate me for not showing this to you before,” he said with a chuckle as he raised his wand. Getting in was both simple, yet complex at the same time. The password was simple, as was the spell, which was a movement spell. The trick came at doing them both at the same time. The spell had to be performed in the mind, and the password had to be spoken. “Oh shit, big wasps!” The password was in commemoration of the event that led to the creation of the protective getaway.

The boulder moved, and Monty turned to the others. “I’ll teach you guys how to get in here on your own, if you ever want to.” The moving boulder revealed a staircase that led down about eight feet into a room that, while not very large, is a bit bigger than you would have expected. It was large enough to fit the group at least semi-comfortably. There were a few shelves with various types of alcohol sitting on them, as well as a chest that acted as a magical refrigerator of sorts which was filled with sodas and juices. On the shelves were drawers that contained tobacco and rolling paper and other smoke-ables. Underneath a rug, Monty had added a cellar which was filled half with wine and half with imperishable foods just in case something above really wanted him dead and wouldn’t leave until he came back out. The biggest issue for the time being was that there were only two chairs, a rocking chair that Monty had built himself, and a futon couch that he had one of his house elf friends get in.

“So, make yourselves at home.”

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Nobody really said much to her inquiry at first, which was a sure sign that Izzie had gone off and shoved her foot down her mouth again. She was probably about to find out Tarvel was fuckin' dead or some shit, and then she'd feel all shitty, 'cause she'd been all 'where the fuck is Tarvel', like there wasn't nothin' about it, and then it'd turn out she was dead, and Izzie had gone off talkin' shit again, and people would hate her, 'cause everyone here had liked Tarvel, and nobody here was too big a fan of Izzie to begin with, so that would kinda suck. Which would, on second thought, going back to the whole 'dead Tarvel' thing, probably explain what was up with Erick. 'cause he'd been pretty good friends with Jast. Izzie hadn't. She was way too shy and always looked nervous as fuck, and it made her look all unconfident, which Izzie, not without a note of irony, found off-putting. Not like Blacktalow's confident silence. Only spoke when he really had summat to say. Izzie just didn't like shy people, so it was pretty much a given that she 'n Tarvel Jast were not destined to be inseparable friends.

Fuck, where had she been going with this... oh yeah! Dead Tarvel. Not a happy thought. Izzie wasn't about to go and start sobbing off in her room or somethin' like that, but she wasn't gonna be happy 'bout it neither. Like, she'd be...y'know, sad as anybody else when someone died that they didn't really know but had kinda hung out in the same general...area as? Made sense to Izzie. People dyin' wasn't somethin' she was unused to. Couldn't really be that way growin' up in the Gorbals. 'cause for fuck's sake, when a place is called 'gore balls', you can bet your sweet 'lil ass it weren't gonna be no fuckin' paradise. Wait, shit, there had been a point to all this... wait, yeah. The point was that she wasn't gonna be too torn up over Tarvel's death. Wasn't gonna be all 'FUCK YEAH FUCK THAT CHICK NOW SHE'S DEAD' (experience had taught her people did not react well to that), but she wasn't real sad about it. She was just concerned about how Erick was maybe takin' it--

The above thought process had occupied all of about one second before Celine actually replied to Izzie.

"She's gone. Family issues."

"...oh." Izzie scratched her head. "So she ain't dead. Not that she was supposed to be dead. But she mighta been. It was a valid conclusion at the time. I'm... gonna stop talkin' now."

Which had probably been a good decision, because when she stopped talking, Cece was holdin' out some kinda paper--looked upon closer examination like a letter of some kind, addressed to Tarvel, so Izzie shook her head. "Nah. Looks private. I get the gist of it." Family issues. 'nuff said. Izzie didn't wanna be all pryin' inta Jast's private letters 'n shit. What good woulda come of it anyway? She didn't need to know the specifics. Shit, it'd probably just end with her sayin' somethin' insulting and then everyone hatin' her even more for it. Izzie knew when to stay well away from that kinda thing.

She was most grateful when people finally decided to get on with the skippin' class and drinkin' in the woods. Looked to her like it was shapin' up to be her (of course), Monty (of course), Celine (not unexpected), and Niles (who'da guessed? Not Izzie.). Erick was... she glanced around, just in time to catch Erick flippin' everyone the bird as he walked away. Er wait, no, that was the peace sign. Her brow furrowed in confusion, half over how she'd goofed that one up, and half over where he was goin' off to-- didn't seem like somethin' Erick would be averse to, this whole 'goin' off into the woods and gettin' piss drunk' thing. Okay, now that she thought about it that way, maybe it was. She turned away from the retreating figure, just as the others started gettin' up and movin' out towards the woods. Not to be left behind, Izzie hastened to join them.

It was one helluva long ass walk-- long enough for Izzie to get bored (which indicated that it was at least two minutes, maybe even more). So she figured, fuck it, might as well put the time to productive use. And to this end, she spent half of it thinking up new and inventive cuss words for later use. However, she grew bored with this at length, and after all, Izzie figured cussing was like art-- it hadda flow outta you. Come from the soul and all that bullshit. So when she got sick'a that, she got another idea: she was trudging along through the freakiest menagerie of scary shit in the country, on her way to get drunk with three friends. What better time to try her hand at turning into an Animagus again? Worst case scenario, she lit herself on fire again. Or lit the forest on fire. Either way, totally fixable.

So she set to doin' that as she fell back a bit behind the rest of the gang. Fat lotta good it was doin', though. Seemed for a few minutes like all Izzie was accomplishing was looking constipated. Just gotta concentrate, she reminded herself irascibly. Just 'cause I couldn't do it alone in the silence of the dorm room doesn't mean I can't do it in the middle of a forest populated by friggin' monsters. ...wait a second. No, goddammit, she could totally do this. Her brow furrowed in renewed effort, and she thought of nothing except becoming an animal. The forest around her disappeared. Up ahead, Celine and Monty and Niles disappeared along with it. The sounds of the Forbidden Forest vanished, replaced with a silence so complete as to be more than the mere absence of sound--it was the absence of all things, the negation of existence itself, the utter annihilation of the w--

Then she ran smack into a tree.





When Izzie woke up, something was very, very wrong.

Not the pounding pain in her head. She could only all too clearly remember running face first into that goddamn tree. "Motherfucker," she grunted as she attempted to pull herself to her feet, and then stopped short as she realised two things. For one, her words hadn't come out as words. Her voice had emerged as a low, guttural growl, a bestial snarl. And she was not too pre-occupied with that realisation to come upon another: namely, when she attempted to get to her feet, she found that now involved more feet than usual.

Specifically, it now involved four large, orange, furry paws.

When Izzie realised that she sure as hell was no kind of human anymore, she was pretty certain that hit to the head was just fuckin' with her. Maybe it'd finally knocked loose whatever tenuous little strand of sense and sanity had been workin' overtime like Atlas holdin' up the world. She'd finally gone bonkers for good. People'd been sayin' she was one sandwich short of a full picnic for ages, and apparently all it'd taken to make 'em right was a face to face meeting with a tree. Figures I'd crack in the middle of a freakazoid forest thinkin' I'm a fuckin' tiger or...whatever the fuck I seem to think I am now...

And she was convinced of it right up until she started actually getting to her feet and she realised, holy shit, she wasn't dreamin' this. The feeling of the moist coagulation of dirt and mud beneath her four paws was as alien a sensation as any she'd ever felt before, but it was definitely real, and those were definitely four paws. She slowly turned her head, which was now a hell of a lot closer to the ground than usual, to look behind her, and at the body which, in what was probably the weirdest part of it all, was now behind her head, not beneath it... which almost didn't even make sense to Izzie. What she saw was about six feet of rusty orange and black fur, the bristly hair interspersed with markings suspiciously similar to both tattoos and scars; it felt rather like wearing a fur coat, an unusual and slightly uncomfortable sensation considering the summer heat, but as far as priorities went at this point, feeling comfortable was not among them.

"IT WORKED!" Izzie belted out happily, except that, much to her continued elation, it came out as a jubilant little bark. It had worked--she was an Animagus, and not even something retarded like a capybara or a cockroach, neither! Fuckin' tiger, man? What more could a person ask! she mused, grinning from ear to ear, revealing rows of what she hoped were big, sharp, scary teeth. Man, words (or, as it were in this situation, snarls) could not possibly depict the triumph of this moment. Izzie Jackson--Animagus. Tiger Animagus. And apparently all it'd taken was running headfirst into a tree, which Izzie was pretty sure she'd done before and she hadn't woken up as a tiger, but y'know what they said--don't look a gift horse in the mouth and whatnot.

For some reason, thinking of horses prompted Izzie to remember, oh yeah, where the fuck're Niles and the others? They had to check this shit out, man. She cast her keen eyes from side to side, before at last they fell upon the retreating back of what was definitely one of the others. Without thinking, Izzie bolted forward, the strong, muscular legs carrying her a little faster and a little more aggressively than she'd expected, and then, before she could stop to realise what she was about to do, she shouted an extended, "Oi!"

A throaty, powerful roar reverberated through the forest, bouncing off the twisting branches and ruffling through the dark, overcast leaves. Ah shit. Izzie skidded to a halt as she came up behind the others, and then stopped in time to realise... Uh, how do I go back? Maybe it was like the opposite of turning into an animal-- you hadda think really hard about being human. Except that didn't work: she sat there with her face all screwed up in concentration, thinking really hard about being...well, herself again, but it did no good. She woulda scratched her head, except she was pretty sure in this state she'd probably carve her skull open doing that. Maybe I need to run into that tree again, she reasoned, half forgetting the others existed for a moment as she pondered this quandary.

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Izzie... Was being Izzie of course. There was no denying she was a strange, brutal asshole at times and did not have an ounce of remorseful common sense. She also didn't seem to have that little filter that every other normal person had that told them what they should or shouldn't say. Yet, maybe it was her awful honesty and just done right straightforwardness and lack of bullshit that made Niles actually enjoy her company. In a way they were kind of similar. They both had confidence, Niles in more on an innocent and sweet way but similar none-the-less!

Yet, at this point in time it was a little hard to smile at Izzie's antics and her fumbling around words. Definitely not the most eloquent of people he had ever met, but she mostly got said what she wanted to. Well, at least, Niles figured, she had thought the worst and was pleasantly surprised to find that Tarvel was in fact not dead, but had simply left. It felt odd. Tarvel was gone. But there was no getting over that fact. He wasn't feeling mountains of crushing grief but it still didn't help that one of his good mates had left. If he wasn't the happy-go-lucky guy that he was, he would easily have moped around for a while. Yet, the Hufflepuff just couldn't do it. He had to let it go, releasing a breath he rose with Cece, Monty and Izzie to head out into the forest. The silver lining to this was he supposed, the fact that this was the first real time that Niles had actually skipped class! And to go drinking of all things, maybe he could show that tough assed Monty that he could be one of the 'bad boys'.

Doing a quick spell to get the rugged all tucked up in the tree and the basket returned to it's special place back inside Hogwarts, Niles quickly hopped after the guys. Gaining a bit of his spark in the process. Catching up to Celine had casually looped his arm over her shoulders and gave a squeeze. He knew she would take the departure pretty hard, not that they were the closest, Cece and Tarvel, but he knew the way his best friend worked and she would be feeling pretty down after this. But hopefully with a bit of carefree stupidness they could all lighten their hearts. While comforting Cece, Niles didn't really pay attention to where they were going or the fact that Izzie had fallen behind. So when they reached a clearing of sorts and before them stood an eyesore of a rock, Niles looked rather sceptically at Monty. This was his place to drink? Wasn't very impressive. Yet when the guy declared that they would all hate him for not showing them something, well he really had to raise an eyebrow to that. Niles had no problem with each of them having their own little escape, hell they all needed it once in a while. But no way did he expect it to this magnitude. It was no surprise however, that Monty had this thing password protected. Of course, Niles couldn't help but snorting a laugh at the password, no wonder the Slytherin didn't exactly want them to know when that was probably how he found this little secluded area in the first place!

And when the thing opened the Hufflepuff's mouth couldn't help but go slack jawed. It was damn impressive. Now he definitely hated the guy for not showing them earlier.

"Duuuude..." He let out, the tone of his voice clearly in awe. Now it was clear why the guy vanished as often as he did, who wouldn't rather be in the middle of the forest, with anything you needed? Although the first part did beg to differ. There was all kinds of unknown freaky stuff in this forest.

Niles was about to jump head first into the little treasure trove of booze, but there was a little rumble from behind them. He stopped and turned around, frown buried deep into his brow. He definitely did not like the sound of that and was about to suggest they all get inside and close that blood huge boulder so whatever it was didn't have students for lunch, when he realised that Izzie was no longer behind them. Oh crap. It wasn't far fetched to figure that she had done something stupid and woken some angry beast or something. In an instant his wand was out and poised for whatever came past those trees. The roaring got louder and while Niles wasn't exactly a master at animal sounds he was sure that it wasn't the sound of some unknown magical creature. Actually as it was heard again he could have sworn it was some sort of big cat. A lion? No, maybe... He really had no idea what sort of animals where in this damned forest. Hell, he shouldn't be surprised if a six legged elephant with wings came trumpeting through.

Then shit hit the fan. Careening towards them was a rather, gob-smacked? If that's even possible, looking tiger. A tiger! Okay, he could have pictured a lion, you know with the Hippogriffs and all that but how the hell does a tiger get in the bloody forbidden forest?! It's not like they could exactly travel from India to England. Catch the train and decide that the forbidden forest was a good place to call home. So of course the appropriate action to take would be to definitely panic. And that's exactly what Niles did. Any spells that he had lined up in his head instantly vanished as this orange and claw-y fuzzball came stumbling towards him. He stumbled backwards, successfully landing on his ass rather heavily as well as knocking his wrist on a protruding root that caused instant pain shooting up his left arm.

"HOLY FUCK!" Niles was no where near a guy known for swearing, but if there was ever a time to do so, now was definitely it! Yet, while his heart was jack rabbiting all through his chest with adrenaline and fright, he couldn't help but thinking how startled the motley looking tiger seemed. Truthfully, Niles thought it looked rather drunk and clumsy. Which was odd because weren't tigers meant to be graceful and lethal killers?

Either way, from his view of the tiger he saw that what he mistook as stripes where in fact blurred black shapes, some actually recognisable! In fact they had an uncanny resemblence to a particular bad-assed loud mouth that he knew. What the hell was going on!? Before anyone else could react he was yelling at them to stop, which must have sounded pretty bizarre as he was only moments ago preparing to blast whatever it was. The Izzie-tiger, managed to look thoroughly confused and was sitting on it's haunches a little ways away from where it had burst from the trees. It didn't seem like it was going to attack anyone but that didn't stop Niles from getting up cautiously, wincing at the pain in his wrist, and full on creeping towards it, arms extended and everything.

He truly had no idea what was going on but if Izzie had managed to turn herself into a tiger, well... Of course she had, it was Izzie. There was no getting around the fact that there clearly were tattoos of exactly the same as she had on the tigers pelt. So, standing a safe few meters away from the tiger, Niles bent down slightly and looked into the tigers face. Just as he suspected, the damn thing had the same mismatched eyes as Izzie.

"You damned idiot..." He muttered to himself, then straightened up and using his wand began to scratch his head. Looking back over his shoulder he gave Cece and Monty a rather fed up look. "It's Izzie. The stupid girl has turned herself into a tiger..." He let out a loud moan and with his free hand palmed his forehead and slowly pulled down. Effectively stretching his features into an odd grimace thing. Another groan.

"Izzzziieeee... What the hell have you done? Monty, my man, I definitely need a drink over here, pronto!"

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"Worried? About getting caught? My dear Monty you must be joking. Not all those years wearing a "Slyterin" mask were a charade." She hesitated momentarily by the start of the treeline, the terror of the monster fuzzballs of blue death passing through her memory. She couldn't be sure but she remembered one of the famous Weasly brothers had invented fluff balls that were supposed to be loveable... Cece thought maybe some of them had chosen to turn wild in the forest as so many things had before. Cece scoffed at his next comment however and only said under her breath "Sure ya do Monty, because you have everything..." Celine was great-full yet again to Niles as he caught up to her and slung his arm around her shoulder giving her a little squeeze of support. She couldn't figure out why she was so bummed out about Tarvel... Half the time she couldn't stand the girl and yet here she was acting more brokenhearted then said girls best friend. She shook her shoulders and squared herself. Whatever, Tarvel was gone, maybe there wouldn't be so many awkward gatherings anymore now that they didn't have to drag her into the group and conversations. But there was Blacktow..... Shaking her head her pace slowed. The entire group was together now their footsteps making soft sounds in the undergrowth. She jumped when she heard a sound in the branches but it was just a dragonfly.

Soon they reached a moss covered boulder and all thoughts of Tarvel... well most thoughts anyways banished from the young Slyterin's mind. "What. The. Fuck?" was all she managed to get out as Monty said the password and reviled a wonderful little hideaway. "Oh yeah, we totally hate you!" She gave him a little punch on the arm "Any other secrets your hiding from us?" She asked halfheartedly, staring in wonder. "Do you know how many times we could have used a place like this to ditch the prefects!" She wasn't really mad, more impressed and a little hurt he had been hiding something so big from them. She though they had all known each other pretty well but as it turned out they all still had their secrets.

The next thing she knew, things started moving in very fast motion. She had taken a step towards the little couch about to make herself at home as Monty had suggested when she heard a sound from behind them and turned just in time to see a tiger and Niles flipping out. "What in the world?" She squeaked, hiding herself behind the closest person to her, which turned out to be Monty and a good thing because Niles was soon falling on his ass. She stayed their until Niles yelled it was Izzy and then everything started clicking into place. No wonder she had always wound up with "miss fired" spells. She had been learning how to turn herself into an animal illegally. "What the hell IZ????" Celine yelled, pushing Monty to the side and walking straight up to the tiger, all fear gone. "Monty has a secret hideaway and you can turn yourself into a freaking Tiger? What the hell other things are hiding among us as a group no one wants to share? HUH?" She was right up in Izzy's face now, seeing the markings on the fur and the multiple colored eyes. Oh yeah, it was her all right. Celine backed off in the next instant, unsure where her little outburst had come from. Normally she was quite the quiet well mannered girl... maybe all the years of pretending to be someone she wasn't was starting to blend her two personalities into one. Izzy looked a little scared if Cece was being honest with herself. "Ha ha, okay Izzy you got us good, go ahead and turn back now." But Izzy wasn't turning back to herself and Celine gulped. What if she couldn't turn back? Niles yelled about needing a drink and Celine nodded her head in mute agreement. Yeah, a drink sounded really good right about now.

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Well, would you look-ee there. Izzy was a tiger. A confused tiger, by the looks of it. Admittedly not being the kind of person who remembers everything that people, even his friends tell him, Monty scanned his brain quickly to think whether or not Izzy had ever mentioned turning into a tiger before. Nothing came to mind, though, and if there was something there it would have. Being an Animagus, hearing someone else mention shifting into an animal would have left a mark.

“Well, damn,” Monty muttered as he walked to the tiger. Cece mentioned something about Izzy needing to turn back, and Monty agreed with her. Not that the tiger was frightening, but for some reason Monty was feeling the urge to close the boulder, which happened on occasion, and it would be better for everyone if they were not locked in with a big tiger. Standing in front of the beast, Monty ran his hands through the tiger’s fur. It was soft and warm, bringing a smile to Monty’s face. “Who’s a good kitty kitty,” Monty said in a baby voice, giggling a bit. Izzy didn’t seem too happy at that remark, though.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” he went on, and knelt in front of the tiger. “Just chill out. It’s really easy. All you have to do is remember what it was like to have hands and feet and such. Call up a memory of using your limbs, and focus on that feeling. And if that doesn’t work…well, I’m sure you can find yourself a niche in the forest.” Monty stood up and scratched Izzy behind her ears and walked back to his cabinet, not bothering to explain to anyone just how he knew what he was talking about.

When he got back, Monty pouts enough glasses for everyone in a row, intending to just give everyone a little whiskey, straight, but then realized he wasn’t using his manners. “Right. Rocks? No Rocks? I was thinking just whiskey…but I’ve got soda out here, and just about anything else you can think of. I’m a man of variety, and I have the working knowledge of a bartender, so if any of you have a particular drink in mind, let me know.”

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Izzie'd expected everyone to be totally impressed and awed by her incredible animagus skills-- well, her incredible half-animagus skills, at least until she figured out how to get back to bein' a good 'ol human bein'. In the meantime, though, shock, awe, general praise and worship, that sorta thing, y'know?

Apparently, however, a huge tiger bounding towards you roarin' to the heavens was cause for a little less shock/awe/general praise and worship and a little more terror, judging by Niles' reaction, which was to scream out "HOLY FUCK" (Did Niles just swear? I think I totally just made Niles swear. Why am I suddenly very proud of this?) and then go tumblin' on down to the ground. His cry alerted the others, who turned in short order to face Izzie, who had by now stopped and was looking at everyone with an odd mixture of confusion, remnant elation, and perhaps a bit of concern that they were all gonna turn around and go all 'AVADA KEDAVRA' on her tiger ass. Which, y'know, that tended to put a damper on anybody's day. Plus, knowin' her luck, after death she'd turn back into a human and end up all naked. And that woulda been pretty awkward. All 'OH HEY TIGER KILL IT DEAD oh wait that's Izzie and now she's dead and well then would you look at that she's naked well this is one of the more awkward situations to have come about this past year'.

Fortunately, they did not go all 'AVADA KEDAVRA' on her tiger ass. Niles did get on up off'a his ass and walked up towards her, and Izzie, figuring it was best to look calm and confident at this point, sat on down on her haunches and took to returning the weird eye-to-eye stare Niles fixed her with. Couple seconds passed before he clambered on up to his feet, turned to the others, and said, "It's Izzie. The stupid girl has turned herself into a tiger."

Whoa whoa whoa, stupid? Girl? "I can understand you, asshole," she grunted, though out of the tiger's maws came only an angry growl as she fixed Niles with a death glare. He was gonna suffer for that one soon's Izzie had fists to hit things with again. And anyway, the fuck, man? Stupid? She'd just turned herself into a motherfuckin' tiger, for fuck sake. Had Niles ever so much as turned into a goddamn squirrel? If I could do transfiguration worth a shit, that could be arranged, she couldn't help but muse, before her irritation at Niles and the mental image of turning him into a squirrel (a most delightful mental image, one may add) was shoved aside by the unusual outburst of one Celine Marie Du'Frost, who went off on Izzie like Argus Filch on a dungbomb. "WHAT THE HELL IZ." She shoved Monty aside and stamped over to Izzie and got right up in her face as though she'd never seen a tiger before in her life. Izzie raised an eyebrow (or tried. She really wasn't sure how that expression carried over for tigers). "Monty has a secret hide out and you can turn yourself into a freakin' tiger?!" she exclaimed right into Izzie's face.

"I just learnt how to do it," Izzie replied evenly, which... still came out as a less than friendly growl. Oh yeah. Tiger. Guess I'm gonna have to get used to that.

Anyway, Celine was backing off now, and she seemed to chill the fuck out before saying, "Okay Izzie, you got us good. Go ahead and turn back now."

Ah, but therein lies the crux of the issue! Izzie wanted to proclaim grandiosely, except that probably woulda come out as a roar and she didn't really need that happenin' right now. What she did need happenin' was a transformation back into a human, but that wasn't workin' out neither. Well, by now, she was pretty sure she was gonna have to go back and run into that tree, since apparently that'd been key to the whole thing.

Of course, right about now, Monty was startin' to get into it as well. With, of course, the all-too-Monty responce of "Well, damn." He approached Izzie much like the other two, and she prepared herself to get stared at in the eye again like the others had done, figurin' this was gettin' a bit old and she had to get on with runnin' into that tree again. However, he didn't kneel down to look her in the eye. Instead, he reached down and started pokin' at her.

Now, Izzie'd read it in all too many books that Animaguses (Animagi? Some plural shit like that.) were slightly more prone to their instincts whilst in their animal form than usual. Now, needless to say, Izzie was not someone who particularly appreciated being touched in her human form, and she woulda had a few choice words (and probably a few choice punches) in store for whatever fool had decided to go off proddin' at her like some sorta mildly interesting specimen. And had she been of her fully human mental faculties, perhaps she would have reacted by batting Monty's hand away gently with a paw, maybe stepping away and growling a bit. You know, calm, chill shit like that. Except, before Izzie realised it, soon's she realised Monty was touching her, a not-entirely-human rage boiled up inside her, and she sprang viciously to her hind legs with a less than pleased bellow.

"...oops," she murmured as her paws hit the ground once again and she stepped back a bit, looking almost abashed. Hell, even in the growl of a tiger it came out sounding just a bit apologetic as she glanced back at Monty. He was, as ever, unshaken, though she figured she'd come a bit too close to accidentally attacking him for comfort. Guess that's another thing that's gonna take some work, she noted to herself. That was makin' kind of a long list now. Turning back into a human, everything she said soundin' like she wanted to rip a fucker's throat out, and, of course, self control. That single most loathsome of virtues Izzie had managed to avoid having anything to do with until now. Figures. In order to be a badass tiger, I gotta learn how to be a fuckin' pussy.

Monty, however, unflappable as ever, merely turned back to advise her. "Just chill out." Izzie raised an eyebrow. "It’s really easy. All you have to do is remember what it was like to have hands and feet and such. Call up a memory of using your limbs, and focus on that feeling."

...huh. He was advisin' her on how to turn back into a human? Fuck, had Monty ever even met an Animagus? Why--how...what would he'a known about it? Hell if she knew. But to hell with it, wasn't like she had much better on her list of options, and she figured it was worth a go before she went and had at that tree again in desperation.

So she, as suggested, chilled out, and tried to remember what it was like to have hands with opposable thumbs. Then she thought of something that involved the use of those hands-- specifically, she thought of punching Niles, really hard, for that 'stupid girl' comment, because hell knew he deserved it. Stupid girl, my ass, she ranted bitterly. She didn't see his ass turnin' into a fuckin' tiger, did she? That shit took fuckin' skill, man. And, apparently, a good sense of trees to run into was similarly instrumental. Now the question was, how was she gonna turn back into a tiger when she oh hey look she was a human now.

Izzie realised she was still sitting all crouched on the ground-- and, much to the good fortune of pretty much everyone involved, her clothes had transfigurated along with her to once again clothe her newly human body. She almost felt a bit disappointed to be human again, she had to admit--there'd been somethin' about bein' a tiger that was just... fuckin' awesome in and of itself. Wait, what am I saying, why wouldn't it be awesome in and of itself? Man, sometimes Izzie surprised herself with how irrational she could be. That kind of thing was just common sense, after all.

"Anywaaaaaaay..." she spoke, and this time what emerged was her good 'ol rough-hewn voice, like someone had shoved a pile of razors down her throat. She glanced from Niles to Celine, before recollection struck her. "Oh yeah!" She reached over, and pounded Niles once on the arm with her fist. "s'for the 'stupid girl' thing. I probably oughta hit you harder and more for that, but fuck it, I totally just turned into a tiger. Nothin' can down my spirits right now!" She grinned from ear to ear, and gone now were the rows of pointed predator teeth, replaced by plan 'ol Izzie teeth, and gone was the confusion and animalistic anger in her eyes, replaced by a genuine happiness. 'cause, you know, tiger. What wasn't to be happy about?

"Right. Rocks? No rocks?" Monty asked, re-emerging from his private little stock. "I was thinking just whiskey…but I’ve got soda out here, and just about anything else you can think of. I’m a man of variety, and I have the working knowledge of a bartender, so if any of you have a particular drink in mind, let me know.”

"Naw, I'm cool dude," Izzie replied in the negative to the offer for alcohol (which, if she'd realised it, would probably have freaked her the fuck out, but by god, she had no time for her usual alcoholism right now, because she was a damn tiger now and whatnot). "Hell, I reckons I owe you a drink. Y'know, fer nearly tryin'a kill ya back there." She shrugged. "Let bygones be bygones?" she ventured as though, y'know, people turning into tigers and attacking their friends was just one of those things-- it happened, you laughed it off, joked about it every now and then, and everything was totally chill after that.

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It was pretty darn incredibly watching the transformation. While Monty had gone in to grab some drinks, which Niles had called for something light, he couldn't take his eyes off of how Izzie changed. Fur seemed to retract into skin, bones remoulded and growls changed to words. And before you know it, there was Izzie in her normal giant self, thankfully clothes and all. Despite her having a slightly more gratty voice she seemed the same. Niles had mixed feelings about Animagus'. Heck, it would be awesome to become an animal, but there was something about it that just made him a tad weary. He folded his eyes and gave her a slightly mocking smile. But it was quickly wiped off and replaced by wide eyes and a mouth slightly agape as Izzie turned her attention to him. He received a hard slug to the arm with enough force that made him stumble. Niles wasn't a small guy, reaching nearly 6ft, but he was nothing compared to Izzie. From the burst of pain in his arm he left out a howl of pain, muffled slightly by his hand that shot over his mouth. He gave her a fierce glare but she was on a high to really take notice of his threat. Besides, what would he do. Well actually, he had a few spells up his sleeve that could mess with her, but decided against it since she could still beat him to a bloody pulp.

Rubbing his arm, Niles mumbled to himself something along the lines of 'If-she-was-so-smart-why-didn't-she-turn-back?'. But he had to admit, becoming an animagus in the first place was pretty impressive, especially the fact that she had become a tiger. Another thought popped into his contemplating mind, how had Monty known what to do? It was curious but being the lax person he was Niles figured that if Monty had wanted to tell them he would have and so didn't see the need to make a fuss.

Since nothing terrible had actually happened, Niles went back to his jovial mood, maybe slightly more weary of Izzie since he didn't particularly feel like getting punched again. That girl had some power behind her, no wonder she was a tiger. He made his way into the cave and took a seat. At this point he was quite content to do anything but first he really wanted that drink.

"Monty, since you're acting barman and all and with my limited knowledge of alcohol care to whip me up something? Preferably sweet and light! Heck maybe some mint or something." He raised an invisible glass to the guy. Then turned to Izzie. "So... How'd you do it?"

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Celine watched Izzy transform back to herself and let out a huge sigh of relief. Somehow, Monty had known what to do and although that made her even more suspicious about secrets being kept she let it go. Shrugging apologetically to Izzy Cece made her way back into the little hideout and made herself comfortable in one of the couch corners. "Awe, C'mon Izzy we did come out here to drink after all. Monty I will take rocks and if you could make me a fuzzy navel or sex on the beach I would be eternally great-full." Something light and fruity to start of the drinking session was much needed she thought. Besides, with as fast as she could hammer those things down even with her friends drinking straight... was Monty holding whiskey? she would be able to keep up on intoxication levels. Unless someone here was a lightweight. Not that the point was to get hammered or anything but she figured why the hell not let loose and enjoy herself a bit. She glanced at Niles wondering if he had ever drank before and then frowning at the realization that she didn't know something about her best friend. She let out a small pout and then called him over to join her. They didn't have secrets from each other did they? "Hey, guys where is Grayson? Wasn't he just behind us not too long ago or did he decide to go back to class as well.... speaking of which shouldn't Erik be done with classes by now?" She would feel better if the entire group where assembled. "It's so crazy, I mean I was just thinking back to our first year and how different we all were, how did we even become friends in the first place? I mean look at us we aren't a typical group and me being a slytherin and Niles a hufflepuff its just the houses have never really mixed like this ever before...." She trailed off realizing that she was babbling and with a slight flush of her cheeks looked at Monty's assortment of dusty bottles hanging on the wall. She wasn't sure if anyone was listening in the first place. Niles had sat next to her at some point and she absentmindedly rubbed his arm where Izzy had hit him, not really thinking about anything.

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As much as Erick tried he just could not bring himself to care about what Prof. Binns had to say anymore. His previous class, transfiguration, had left him rather distraught and he was in no mood to learn about how approaches to wand crafting had changed in the last thousand years. He would rather keep his attention on his sketch pad, where an image of a skull in mid dissolve was starting to form. Just as Erick pressed down to put emphasis on the right eye his pencil tip snapped. His eyes followed the broken piece as it rolled across the table and found a sudden stop against Rodger P's books. He reached to grab it when he was taken aback by a particular book. He cocked his head towards Rod, catching the drowsy glance of his classmate. Erick picked up the book and shot Rod a questioning glance.

"Help yourself" he said with a yawn "save me a trip to the library."

Erick gave a nod as thanks and took the book, adding it to his pile. Class was over and he put his pile of scholastic material, new acquisition included, into his backpack.

Not much time had passed since Erick left the company of his friends. Perhaps a couple of hours at the most. Erick packed his Ravenclaw robes into his pack and adopted his hood once again upon leaving the indoors. Just on queue Zipporah landed on his shoulder.

"Evening beautiful." he whispered to the bird of prey. "Are our friends still poisoning themselves?" he asked her as he stroked her neck with the back side of his index finger.

"that they are" She responded to his ears only. "I'm afraid you missed quite the show."

"oh really?" Erick raised an eyebrow.

Zipporah opened her beak wide and gave out a loud call as she lifted from Erick's shoulder and headed east. Erick zipped up his windbreaker and took off in a full on sprint after her. Zipporah wove through the giant trees as best she could, but nonetheless Erick was able to keep pace. Below canopy level Erick could usually keep pace due to Zipporahs size. Eventually he found himself stopped before the bird sitting on a rock pampering to her wing feathers.

Erick gave the bird a confused look. "I don't see anyone" he said flatly.

"Have you tried knocking?" Zipporah said as she continued to use her beak to rearrange her wing feathers.

Erick put his hands in his pockets and walked closer to the boulder. He accepted her challenge and gave the bolder a hard kick, not really knowing what to expect.

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"Hell, I reckons I owe you a drink. Y'know, fer nearly tryin'a kill ya back there."

Monty was glad to see that Izzy had turned back, and in doing so had also returned to her regular self, as well. It felt kind of weird, in a way. He had never met another Animagus, as far as he knew. There was definitely pull for him too to announce that he can change into an animal on the fly. It had just been a secret for so long that he felt sort of embarrassed he hadn’t told anyone yet. If he told them, would they still trust him? Did he even care? Of course he cared on some level, but he was having trouble figuring out exactly what level that was.

“Bygones are always bygones, Iz. You weren’t even that scary,” Monty said and started to pull a few bottles down from the shelf, examining them. “Besides…you liked it,” he joked, referring to when he petted Izzy as a tiger.

"Monty, since you're acting barman and all and with my limited knowledge of alcohol care to whip me up something? Preferably sweet and light! Heck maybe some mint or something." There was a part of Monty that felt like he was corrupting Niles, in a way. While Niles wasn’t new to the whole sneaking around thing, there was a big difference between sneaking out of bed at night to bullshit around in the Room of Requirement and sneaking out to the dangerous forest to get drunk in one of your friend’s hidden forts.

“Sure Niles, something sweet and light, with a little mint…Would you like a pair of tentacles with that order or are you fine with your vagina?” Monty giggled as he placed mint leaves and a little soda water with ice into a glass, added some sugar and spiced rum, producing a mojito. “I didn’t realize you and Cece were in a lesbian relationship,” Monty continued as he handed the drink to Niles. “Just busting your balls mate. A drink’s a drink’s a drink if you ask me.”

“Monty I will take rocks and if you could make me a fuzzy navel or sex on the beach I would be eternally great-full." This time it was Cece ordering.

“Sex on the beach? Come on now Cece, you’ve got to take me to dinner first. I’m not that kinda girl,”
Monty grinned as he gathered the ingredients. A little vodka, some peach schnapps, a couple different juices…done. And it looked delicious. Monty considered making himself one later, though were he to he was sure Niles would make some comment after Monty called him ball-less when he ordered something “sweet and light.”

Monty somewhat phased everyone out while he was mixing the remaining drinks. He heard something about how unusual their group was, but decided not to comment. It wasn’t until he heard a loud thumping noise that he got out of his own head and his heart started racing a bit. Moving over to the corner of the room, handing Cece her drink on the way, the rest of the group could hear Monty muttering something about “is that motherfucker back for more?”

There was this unusual monster that Monty never heard about living in the forest until he had built this place. It looked like a gorilla, but larger. Not quite giant sized, but not exactly far from it either. It had a horn similar to a rhinoceros, and tusks like you would find of a walrus, and while the body looked extremely similar to a gorilla, instead of black fur the fur was striped grey and black. Monty and this gorilla thing had been in many little territorial disputes ever since Monty set up this area as his own. This monster was the reason Monty had installed a periscope over in the corner. As for a name, Monty had been calling the thing Pickles, due to their first meeting. Monty had left the rock open and gone for a stroll through the woods and when he had returned the beast had gotten into the room and destroyed everything, but had eaten the two jars of pickles Monty had kept in there. Thus, the name.

A scan of the area showed that it wasn’t Pickles bothering them, but instead Erick. “How’d that bastard know where we were?” Monty muttered to himself before turning his head to the group. “Erick’s here.” With a flick of his wrist, the rock moved away, revealing Erick on the other side. “Erick! Welcome. We have booze, and Izzy’s a tiger.”

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Niles had made himself perfectly comfortable in the plush chairs and he was content to listen to Cece ramble on about the good ol' times and how they ended up all together. He was about to start pondering and relish in the whole reminiscing thing, but was rudely interrupted by a rather low comment by good ol' Monty. Did he really sound that gay? Nothing against gays of course, but it just wasn't him. Damn, maybe he was beginning to sound a bit too... Girly? Hell, he loved hanging out with Celine, she was his best friend afterall. He never did really click with the guys, maybe that was an indicator that he should try and toughen up. He didn't want to suffocate who he really was with all this machoness, but the thought of maybe it would do him some good kept coming to the forefront of his mind. He could still be the playful and carefree guy right? He hated doubts, they were the most ridculous of things a person could dwell on... Of course Niles has had plenty of doubts but like always and like he would now, he took them in his stride.

"Didn't kick them hard enough did ya, Monty? First my manhood and then... Well, my lower manhood! There just isn't any satisfying you." He took the drink while shaking his head disappointedly. He took a hearty sip of his drink before swallowing it the wrong way and nearly coughing his lungs up. He tried to suppress it but that only made it worse. "We-" He tried to start as he broke into another fit of coughing. "Well, that went well. Otherwise it's good. Cheers dickman!" He said rather hoarsely to Monty, referring to him only because that was all he could think up of in a response to the guy insulting him.

However, when a rapping was heard coming from the rock he lowered his glass and peered over to it. Seemed like Monty had a little pest around this place if he had some sort of little eye hole to look out. What he didn't expect was that Erick would arrive. How the hell had the guy found the place? But, really? It didn't matter and to him he couldn't give a rats arse, he was more glad on the fact that another one of his mates had arrive and maybe Monty could start picking on the quiet guy. Although, Erick was simply in a league of his own.

"Erick! Welcome, the party's just started." He raised his glass again and took another swig, this time prepared for the alcohol.

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Class had ended long ago, but Kestle hung around, as she usually did, helping Professor Cresswell relocate mandrakes to greenhouse three for the second years. He had been chattering on about a beautiful patch of dittany on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. More importantly, he needed a few stalks but had absolutely no time to pick for himself, so of course Kestle had volunteered her time and expertise. She wasn’t the adventurous sort, but she knew the edge of the forest to be much less dangerous than wandering through the middle parts. In fact, she found and harvested it easily enough. Finding her way back out was another story. The path to the dittany patch had taken her a bit further in than she had anticipated, and of course when she looked for it again, counting on the slim brown trail to safely lead her home, it had vanished.

This had given her quite a scare, but after a few seconds of heart-pounding fear she realized that she shouldn’t have been so shocked. After all, Hogwarts had its own moving staircases and moving doors and walls that pretended to be doors, so it really would have been too much to ask for a magical forest to have static paths. The seventh year told herself to calm down and think rationally. The greenhouses were west of the forest, and judging by the layer of moss on the trees she was facing north. Confident in her ability to find her own way out, she headed off in a westward direction.

Except when she checked it against the compass spell (fortunately she remembered the incantation several minutes into her walk), Kestle found that the moss was actually pointing south, so she was travelling in the wrong direction and going deeper into the forest. Because of moss. Stupid moss. Growing on the south side of the trees when it was clearly not the southern hemisphere. Which made no sense. But either nature or her wand was lying, and in this creepy surrounding she was inclined to believe her wand, so she discarded the advice of her favorite muggle wilderness survival guide and started to retrace her steps. She hadn’t made it far before she realized that there was a sudden lack of animals nearby. No birds chattering away or insects crawling across her path. Perhaps the deeper you went into the forest, the more mysterious and hidden the creatures were. There had been tons of magical wildlife by the dittany patch, which had made her feel safer somehow, but this quiet... was unnerving.

Which is why when a sudden movement registered at the edge of her periphery, Kestle immediately stopped to observe it --- what looked like a young man, running at full sprint through the trees. He looked familiar, but he was traveling too fast for her to catch a good glimpse of anything but a black windbreaker. She wondered what the person was doing out here --- perhaps people routinely went running in the forest to keep in shape? Running from all the dangerous creatures and such would certainly keep one in trim condition. He looked too focused on whatever he was doing, so Kestle didn’t call out to him, only watched in bemused silence as he headed deeper into the forest. Then she turned back around.

And found herself facing an enormous gorilla.

There were menacing ivory points protruding from its head which were most certainly horns --- or were they tusks? --- and a distinct striped gray and black coat that she had never seen before, not in any of her readings. Its nostrils were flared, lips pressed tightly together, and eyes locked onto her, beaming the full force of the sheer potential brutality and violence it could inflict on her 61 kg of gutless wizard meat.

Kestle started backing away slowly. Even though all of her muscles were so tense that it took real effort to move. It raised its lips to show its teeth --- bloody perfect teeth too, for Potter’s sake --- and this, along with an aggressively loud exhalation of air, was what made her let out a small, fuck-fuck-fuck-I’m-so-fucking-fucked shriek and run like a madwoman. Her satchel flopped uselessly at her side, weighing her down with that damned sack of dittany, some school texts, her dragonhide gloves, and a few squished custard tarts. Maybe she could lure it away with those custard tarts? She scooped one up, cast the engorgio charm on it, and chucked it directly at the great beast's roaring mouth, which was easy, because it was literally right behind her. She was rewarded when it paused, caught off guard by this sudden delicious sensation. Unfortunately, since she had been so preoccupied with watching her target it didn’t occur to her to avoid the boulder.

The collision was hard. Kestle slid to the ground, the large gorilla-like creature momentarily forgotten, and felt with her palm the slimy rock surface she had made unwanted contact with. Moss again! Stupid moss.

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Erik had entered the room and, just to be safe, Monty had closed the boulder again. Erik’s arrival would eventually come with an explanation as to how he was aware of the room beneath the boulder, but Monty was patient.

In a second of introspection, Monty felt the loss of his recent friend. Maybe that was why he was being so hard on Niles today, the sense of loss. Making a note to apologize to Niles later, Monty wandered back over to the bar to pour himself another drink. Unfortunately, once you’ve start associating alcohol as a cure for personal problems it’s a hard habit to stop. Tarvel would soon have no memory of him. It’d be like their friendship never happened. What was the point of it all then? His anger at Niles was more just looking for a fight, at this point. Just as he realized that, though, his prayers were answered.

A loud “Thump!” caused Monty to pop out of his gaze. What the hell is it now? Wandering back over to the periscope, Monty peered through to see a girl, who looked like she was in danger. Although he had only met this girl a handful of times, Monty could remember her name quite well due to her having one of those names that also associated with the kind of person she was. With the last name “Thorn,” this girl was quite into plants.

For a moment, Monty considered not letting her in. Doing so would extend this little secret far beyond his group of friends, the people he knew he could trust. Yet the danger turned out to be real when Monty’s nemesis, Pickles, appeared behind her. A bolt of adrenaline shot down Monty’s spine as he flicked his wrist, moving the boulder aside, and ran up the stairs in a few big steps. The girl seemed as surprised as anyone would if a boulder moved aside revealing a downward staircase in the middle of a forest, and due to the time sensitivity of the situation Monty did not have much time for pleasantries. ”Sorry about this,” he said before taking her arm as gently as he could, yet still probably a little rough considering the now charging Pickles, and pulling her inside the secret room and closing the boulder behind him, just in time to hear another much larger “Thump!” than the one earlier, following by the sound of the gorilla banging on the boulder, angry at Monty for taking his territory and, now, it’s dinner.

Once Kestle was down in the hide-out, Monty started speaking fast as he removed his robe and walked to the other side of the room where there was a rack. ”Welcome to the hide-out, please don’t tell anyone about it, you’re welcome to a drink, make yourself at home, now excuse me I’ve got to remind that thing up there whose territory this is.” When Monty built this place he made himself into part of the ecosystem of the forest, in a way. If he didn’t defend this territory, he’d surely be run out in no time. Of course, he’d never kill the animal unless his own life was on the line, but he felt not issue against using a few knock back spells and spells designed to discomfort.

A quick flick of his wrist moved the boulder aside, and Monty stepped out. Pickles stood across the way, pacing, until his eyes locked on to Monty’s. Monty slipped his wand out of his pocket and smiled. For a second, Monty could have sworn he saw the gorilla smile, too. As the gorilla charged, Monty launched a few jinxes at it. It became clear that stronger spells would have to be used, and that also there was little point in aiming for the head because the horn and tusks seems to absorb any kind of spell sent their way. Diving out of the way of the gorilla’s charge, Monty rolled to his feet ready again. Instead of charging, Pickles turned around and backhanded Monty, who quickly cast a protection spell just in time, which absorbed most of the impact and just sent Monty flying into his own boulder. While his breath had been knocked from him, he was more or less ok, though he could feel his face a little bloody from being slammed into the boulder. Changing up his strategy from “hurt” to “fear,” Monty started using fires spells, which freaked the hell out of the gorilla, who didn’t seem to appreciate fire at all. To end this little skirmish, Monty turned his wand into a flamethrower, of sorts, causing a unending stream of fire to extend about two meters out of his wand. In a few short minutes, the gorilla had fled.

The fight did its job in getting Tarvel off his mind, and Monty wondered if maybe this time Pickles would actually accept this area as Monty’s territory. He sure hoped it did. Monty was feeling a bit lightheaded and it felt like his face had a scratch or two on it. Another fight could only be worse.

Moving the boulder inside, Monty walked back down the stairs and grabbed his drink and sat down. ”So. Kestle. What brings you out here?

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Niles reacted to the sudden punch with a yelp of pain, which he silenced by clamping his hand over his mouth and glaring at her like she'd just shot his mother or somethin'. Now, Izzie liked to think of herself as quite the polite sort-- y'know, didn't like people to stay mad at her for shit, always apologised for doin' the wrong thing, liked to be the bigger person, so to speak, y'know? So she did what she figured was the mature, respectful thing. She shrugged, said, "Pfffft, what are ya, a ten year ol' child?", tossed in a half-teasing and half-genuinely-malicious grin, and then turned back to Monty.

"Bygones are always bygones, Iz," Monty was saying as he began to rifle about in the shelves, pullin' out different bottles, takin' a gander at what mind-altering liquids were contained therein. Then he tacked on a cheeky "You weren't even that scary," prompting Izzie to give a breathy chuckle. "The hell I wasn't. You shoulda seen yer face. Anything I've learnt today, it's that 'I just soiled my tighty whities' ain't a flatterin' look on ya." But alas, the usual repartee of witty invective was not to be today. Monty had taken upon himself the duty of bartender for the gang, and that there was a full time job if ever there'd been one. Only was 'cause everybody was orderin' all these fancy-ass cocktails 'n shit, though. What happened t'a nice'n'simple beer? she sighed to herself, wondering what the world was coming to, before she remembered she was usually the one opting for the nice'n'simple beer. This was succeeded by the revelation that right now, at this moment, everyone else was drinking, and she was not. Soon after, the absolutely horrifying implications of this struck Izzie.

"MONTY," she suddenly bellowed, wheeling about searching desperately for the man until she found him. "Get me a beer, will ya? Quick, 'fore I get a full-blown iden'ity crisis goin' over 'ere an' decide I like frilly dresses or summat." Gratefully (supposing he obliged, for otherwise she would simply have continued to panic) she snatched up the satisfyingly ice-cold bottle extended to her in quick fashion and wrenched the cap off the top, before rapidly downing a healthy swig. Ah-- yes. This was the good shit, right here. None of that fuzzy anus or sex on the minty beach or whatever fancy shit everyone else was guzzlin'. This here was the real shit-- cold, hard, hit ya like a brick to the face if ya weren't ready for it. This was the kinda shit she'd grown up with back home in the Gorbals. Same shit the older kids'd sneak out into the back alleys to get plastered-- took but one bottle passed around and fuck, the whole lot of 'em were lollin' on the concrete like they'd each chugged a six litre of vodka or some shit, with five still left in the case. Wasn't long after that that 'lil Izzie Valverde-Jackson was drinking each and every one of 'em under the metaphorical table and taking immense pride in doing it. And then it wasn't long after that 'lil Izzie Valverde-Jackson became... not quite so 'lil anymore.

And then, of course, there'd been the whole deal about discovering she was a wizard and could do magic and, you know, that old life-changing schtick. And life wasn't the same anymore. But if there was one thing that never changed, one thing that never left her in her times'a need, it was the alcohol. Always there for her. My oldest, closest friend indeed. She raised the bottle to her lips once more, tasting that familiar flavour, that comfortingly familiar flavour, wash down her throat.

As she lowered the bottle, Niles had requested a drink from Monty-- something, she didn't catch what, though she could guess from Monty's responce.

"Would you like a pair of tentacles with that order, or are you fine with your vagina?” the acting barman quipped, prompting another grin outta Izzie. Man, Niles was always gettin' shat on by somebody, wasn't he. If it wasn't Izzie disparagin' his 'masculinity' or whatever it was Monty, and if it was neither, somebody else was probably doin' it. I should probably be nicer to people, she mused to herself solemnly. She lasted all of about a second before she finally burst into mental laughter at that thought. Which quickly came to a stop when Izzie realised mental laughter made her sound like some kinda lunatic. Which she totally wasn't. No way. Not even a bit. Okay, maybe a bit. Just a little. Kind of. But wasn't everybody, just a little bit? Okay, not really. But that wasn't the point. The point was that she wasn't a lunatic.

Well, not really.

Izzie shook her head, downed another gulp of booze to wash that line of thinking away, and tuned back into the conversation in time to hear Monty announce that Erick was here. Also that Izzie was a tiger. When ya put it that way, it kinda sounded like a pretty good icebreaker. "Hello, my name's Izzie Jackson, I'm a tiger, how are you."

But hey, Erick was here now, which meant the whole gang was assembled. Well, more importantly, it mean that Izzie's best friend was here. Her bro. Her main man. Her nigga. Her comrade. Her amigo. Her mate. Her partner in crime. Her cuz. Her homeboy. All that shit. She grinned as she glanced up and saw Monty lead him into the little hide-away, though the smile abated as she remembered why he hadn't come to begin with. Sure, he'd said somethin' about transfiguration or whatever, but he'd been off the whole damn day. She'd been afraid it'd been 'cause'a somethin' she'd said or done, but she was beginnin' to think she had a better idea of what was up with her friend. The question was how to approach it. On the one hand, she knew damn well she weren't no good with makin' people in a shit mood feel better. But on the other hand, Erick was her... y'know. Her best friend. Fuck if she knew if he saw her the same way-- ya never could be sure about that kinda thing-- but still. It was kinda her duty to at least try. If not purely because she didn't like it when Erick was in a shit mood, then 'cause she owed him that much.

Tentatively she approached him, her mind made up for better or worse, as he got adjusted to the surroundings of the cave. "'ey," she grunted by way of greeting, raising her free hand. Most people, you were s'posed t'go with some sorta small talk or some shit, ease your way into the main concern and whatnot, but Izzie'd always figured Erick was a 'get-to-the-point' kinda guy. Same as her, really. So after a brief second of silence, she ventured, "So, uh... how you... uh... how you takin' what happened with Tarvel?"

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It wasn't long after Celine asked that Erik appeared, though how he knew to find them was a mystery to her. But he was here and now the group was, well, as complete as it ever really got these days. So many members were off busy with their own things, their own lives, that it was so rare for them to come together like this. She missed the huge gatherings they use to have. Smiling and nodding her head in welcome to Erik she couldn't help but snort out a laugh at Monty's "Izzy's a tiger" statement. "She sure is, and as you can see Monty has been holding out on us with a secret hideout. Are you hiding anything?" she added the last part with a voice full of mocking, not really expecting any further surprises for the day. How wrong was she.

Shortly after Erik's arrival there was a loud thump against the boulder, 'what the...' she thought to herself, moving to get up but was beat to the punch by Monty. Apparently there was a large gorilla of sorts outside about to pummel a classmate. Swell, Monty of course let the girl in, she was in the same year as all of them, but Cece could not for the life of her remember her name. Then, of all the stupid things, Monty went outside to fight off the gorilla-thing himself. "Monty! What the, come back in here!" she hollered, but was either unheard or ignored. She tried to ignore the sounds coming from outside and basically succeeded because when Monty returned she had very little idea of just what had happened outside.

"Er.... Kestle right? Are you.... ok?" Celine tried to start some form of conversation with the girl, figuring she must feel really awkward, Cece knew she would if she were in the girls situation. Everyone in their year pretty much knew the group was tight. Wow this was awkward, she cradled her drink in her hands before gulping it down quickly. She definitely needed another drink, today was turning out to be very complicated and confusing... "Oh jeeze guys, really? Is there going to be anything else? I mean how many surprises can one come across in a single solitary day?" She huffed out a bit, leaning into her seat after setting her glass on a side table, falling into an uncomfortable silence.

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