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Annabeth Heiman

"Dragons can be defeated..."

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a character in “Magnus Grex School of Witchcraft and Wizardry”, originally authored by ChloeB223, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Fairy tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children that dragons can be [defeated]." ~Sabina Dosani



Introductions


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/Name/
Annabeth Clementine Heiman


/Nicknames/
Anna, Annie, Ann, AB, Beth, Hazel, Dimples
This might take a while...


/Age/
17


/Gender/
Female


/House/
Vulpes
House of Geniuses, might I add


/Birthplace/
Saint-Véran, France


/Pet/
Harper, her cat is part Kneazle.


/Quirks & Habits/
Her nose wrinkles when she is being serious or laughing| Right eyebrow arches instinctively when she feels insulted or annoyed; she actually cannot control this| Starts shifting on her feet or in her seat when something reminds her of her parents| Stares blankly at a book she's reading when she doesn't want to talk or can't concentrate



What You See


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/Height/
5'3


/Weight| Build/
103lbs| Slender


/Eye Color/
Hazel


/Hair Color/
Dark


/Full Description/
Annabeth is known for being a very gorgeous young woman; even teachers have acknowledged her beauty. She is a great mixture of her heritage, which is part Chinese, Dutch, and French. Despite all of her wishes, she has remained at a delicate 5'3 and watched all of her friends hit their growth spurts. She has a slender and petite frame, looking very much like one that can easily break. However, it is best to note that she has surprisingly long legs for her height and that she is actually toned beneath the delicate appearance. Her skin is a light olive complexion and her face holds wide, almond-shaped eyes surrounded by long and dark lashes. She also has soft rosebud-like lips, high cheeks holding a little residual baby fat and dimple upon her smile, and a delicate and tiny nose.

Her eyes are probably her most notable feature. From far away, they appear to be an enchanting olive-green shade that just gives her a near exotic look. However, from getting up closer or looking at her in the light, you notice flecks of golden honey swirling with the olive-green, creating a perfect hazel hue that brings out her skin. Annabeth's hair - to put it plainly - is dark. Why? Because it is hard to label it under one specific shade. To be completely honest, most people see her hair and because it is so dark, label it as black. However, one should carefully note that her hair is in fact one of the darkest shades of dark brown and those chocolate strands can truly be seen under certain lights, especially the sunlight. Every witch in their family gets this tattoo when they turn sixteen; Anna got hers on her lower back. It's almost like a family crest.



What You Wanna Know


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/Hobbies/
Reading| Horseback-riding| Drinking Tea| Studying


/Fears/
☞ Becoming consumed by the Dark Arts No one knows how it corrupted my family before|☞ Spiders|☞ Snakes|☞ Asphyxiation


/Likes & Dislikes/
Horseback-riding
Expensive Tea
Blancmange
Study of Ancient Runes
Reading
Potions & Charms
Milk Chocolate
Her Cat
Jasmine Scent
Cake
History
Saint-Véran
Bullies
Failing Grades
Snakes
Spiders
Death
Unnecessary Drama
Mathematics
Cheap Tea
Coffee
Jelly or Cream-filled Food
Crying
Dark Arts













/Personality/
{Compassionate, Naïve, Vindictive, Judgmental, Protective, Confrontational, Intelligent}
To most, Annabeth is generally seen as the girl-next-door character – caring, eager to help, and honest. She just has this sweetness about her that just begs you to let your emotional walls down and just let her in. She is probably one of the most trust-worthy people you will ever meet. But you should note that because she is usually an open person to people, she expects the same and actually can appear quite naïve in that sense. She wants people to be honest with her and is sometimes prone to believing the first thing she hears or appears to be easily misled or corrupted. It is this trait that she hates more than any other.

It is not hard to see that Anna is actually quite intelligent. She is not the very best in her class as grades are concerned, but she is definitely is in the top ten percent. And if her wisdom does not reflect in her grades, it reflects in her speech during class. She has an astounding capacity for memory and can remember texts and pictures with great detail when she deems it interesting or important enough. Friends will also bring to light her ability to care deeply for people and treat those closest to her, especially those younger than herself, with the protective comfort of an older sister figure.

However, it does not go to point out the good in her without shedding light on some of her flaws. Because Anna can be misled or lied to so many times, she has shown a very potent and dangerous vindictive side. She has a firm belief in the good-and-bad and always believes that justice should be served. Whether that means she has to slip something in your food or worse, she finds herself justified in her revenge simply because you have hurt her. It should even be noted that she can be quite confrontational if she feels jaded and does not hesitate in telling or showing you how she really feels. It is probably one of her most dangerous characteristics and one should never want to cross Annabeth.

Also, Anna is known for being judgmental, which clashes sharply with her ability to trust or be manipulated easily. While the latter can happen a lot, the former is definitely a strong influence on the way she interacts with and views you. The first impression is generally the one impression Annabeth gets. If you happen to greet her with an attitude or are cold with her, she does not wish to be bothered with you. If you even act for one second in a haughty or snide manner, you most definitely will not be able to count her as your friend. It is hard and some of her friends can attest to this, but it is quite possible for Anna’s view of you to change. However, it might take a minute for that to happen. She can be stubborn when she wants to be.



What Only I Know


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/History/
Most wander how this French beauty winded up with an American accent. Well, it started when Annabeth was four. She was already turning out to be a promising beauty, but that didn't make her parents happy. In fact, it terrified them. Why? Because there had been one before her that looked exactly like little Annabeth when she was the same age and if the entire family was certain, Annabeth would eventually grow into the same devastating beauty as her ancestory, Margaery Deveraux.

The former witch was powerful at a young age just like Annabeth. But she fell prey to dark magic, consumed wholly by the darkness. However, at the time, she was also supposed to be playing human as humans were still not accustomed to the fact that witches and warlocks even existed. One day, a man she fell in love with was found proposing to another woman and claiming that Margaery was a used up whore and that he had never touched her. In a rage, she killed both the man and his fiancée, cursing the woman especially to die of aging so that she could watch as Margaery killed her love. Without fail and because people grew suspicious of their family anyway, Margaery and three of her followers were burned to the stake. And even as she stand there, tied to a post with the flames trickling up from the hay and creeping towards her bare, dainty feet, she cursed them all with a smile...a warning that she would return...that she would have her revenge...

...and that is what Annabeth's parents feared for her. They made plans to catch a flight to the United States and stay there for a couple of years, away from magic and their family until they knew for certain that Annabeth could be controlled. However, magic wasn't something one could run from, especially given the fact that Annabeth came from a witch and a warlock, both who were rather talented in their own way. And it only came to fruition that Annabeth herself would become quite skilled. She was seven when this occurred. Her mother had unknowingly left one of her old spell books out; it was in Chinese and she forgot that a young Annabeth was already learning Chinese and English as she already grew up with French. No one had been aware that she had been learning a smell until one of the neighbors were over for dinner and choked on food. Before her father could help, she had already muttered, "Anapneo!" Her parents ended dinner abruptly and had to wipe their neighbor's memories, but it became quite apparent that keeping Annabeth from magic would do them no good.

So, they told her the truth. She was young and it would take a few years for it to sink into her head, but she understood her parents' fear as time went on. She could possibly be corrupted. No one knew how Margaery would get her revenge if she was dead, though most suspected she did a curse before she died. So, Annabeth did what her parents asked and focused on school and fell in love with horseback-riding. She actually became a competitor for three years, but eventually realized she simply liked to ride. She buried herself in books constantly. Finally, when she was around ten, her parents decided that it was time to go back to Saint-Véran. However, they would never make it there.

Because her mother had to at least finish grading her last final exams for the college she worked at, Annabeth's father decided to wait for her and allowed a family friend to watch her at the airport while her mother finished. They never arrived. It was about four hours later when Annabeth saw the family friend approach her; he had only left for five minutes. He told her that a few family members were flying over tonight, but she wasn't leaving for France. There had been a car accident. It had been raining and the other car had drunk rivers. Her parents drove over the bridge. Her mother died upon impact; her father never made it to the hospital. Annabeth was devastated. The entire time between that moment and actually making it to France passed in a blur of countless books and ignoring her grandmother. Her parents were dead. She didn't want to be bothered.

For the longest time, no one knew what to do with her. She was in Saint-Véran; she honestly loved it there. But she wasn't happy. Even knowing about magic did her know good as there were rules about magic. Then an owl came to her and delivered a letter. Her grandmother read it with glee while Annabeth watched on, confused. She had gotten accepted into Magnus! The thought of attending some school far away didn't truly appease her, but Annabeth decided to give it a shot. Her parents did it. So, as a present, her grandmother bought her Harper and the supplies she would need. To this day, Anna has remained utterly grateful for the elderly woman's patience with her.

She fell in love at Magnus. She studied hard, had tons of books to read, and got time to ride her horse. She made great friends and excelled in her classes. Anna has been doing pretty well for herself and while thinking of her parents still gives her chills as she still wonders how neither of them could have saved themselves, she is happy and ready to begin her seventh year.



The OOC


Do you know much about the Harry Potter Universe?: To be completely honest, not as much as other players probably will. I watched all of the movies; THEY WERE SUPER AWESOME!!! But I don't know all of the names, so I'm doing some background research just to give myself something to start with because I would love to do this RP.
How often do you get online?: I can't give you a specific time, honestly. I usually get on whenever I have a break.
How often can we expect you to be able to post?: Mostly every day and if it's a good day, maybe more than once or twice.
Password: Cooper Cauldron
Her Wand: This beauty right here.

So begins...

Annabeth Heiman's Story

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It was a new year at Magnus, for both Aberforth and his students. He studied looking out of the window observing the meadow tree's. These students would know him for half of their lives, and he was intent to lead them away from the darkness he himself had fought. His brother,mother and his sister all died fighting..And one day so would he.

He began to walk back and forth in his office as the letter from the ministry of magic floated, in the air. The letter written on a piece of parchment paper stated : "Dear Mr. Aberforth Dumbledore. After the death of your brother Albus, one who was considered to be one of greatest wizards of all time has left you Hogwarts..In is dept to takeover as headmaster."He picked up the letter and threw it into the burning fire.

Aberforth looked as the burning ashes erupted from red to green sparks. It was so beautiful yet misunderstanding. He pulled out his wand and stepped back waiting for whatever would happen. In such error the dear Ms. Hermione Granger jumped from the flames.

He looked at her disarmed his wand."Hermione..I was hoping for Harry to come. Although you have the smart of no other..always the outstanding of the bunch you are."She smiled at Aberforth and gave him a slight hug. Without any hesitation she handed Aberforth a small elixir and smiled lightly."The ministry..believes they've found something. Something dark."She smiled at Aberforth and looked with great honesty and integrity.

You-Know-Who...I hate to say it but there is something, someone rising up against us. And they believe hogwarts is no longer a priority. A man who was questioned believed he met death itself who granted him immortality."Aberforth looked at hermione and smiled."Its rubbish. Hogwarts and Hogsmeade is no longer my home. Today is the arrival of the first years..remember your first year ?"

She nodded."Yes. But america is no battleground..Hogwarts was nearly destroyed by Lord Voldemort. And we can't let an imposter or worse death eater ruin the wizarding world. I will speak with the order and we will decide what our next move is."She walked back into the fire and left Aberforth with even more to decide. Was hogwarts safe ? And was Magnus safe ? Time would soon tell..

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"Come on mum, we've talked about this" Sam said to her endearing mother, who like every other previous year, complained to Sam about allowing her go to Magnus Grex. Since the beginning, she was strongly opposed to her attending a magical school, which according to her was a 'prominent and constant threat'. Sam would have probably believed her had she not been always so overprotective; truth was that to Sam, it was simply another way for her to nag. She knew she couldn't blame her though, with everything that had happened; it was a miracle that Samantha was still able to attend.

Sam was thankful to her father, who often encouraged her ways when it came to magic. He worked for the ministry and wanted for her to know about the magical world and for her o become prepared. It was a shame that she was the only one in their family who could do magic, besides her mother and father, which was more of a reason why she wanted to take advantage of her abilities. Ever since she had found out about magic and what she could do, magic had become her world.

It took her about half and hour to calm her mother down and her father took care of the second half. Sam was already late for her train, no surprise there, she didn't even have her supplies yet but she was sure ready to leave home and head to school. Sam missed her friends, and missed being able to use magic; after all she wanted to learn everything she could when it came to spells, charms and all the actual practice of magic, she'd deal with the theory later... much later only if she absolutely needed it.

She was already part of every group and association she knew of, she couldn't wait to see Anna, who surely must have had interesting stories about the time they had been apart. Sam couldn't hide her wide smile as she entered the train and sat down with a group of students, by the look of their faces in awe, surprise and a mix of nervousness; all freshmen. "Hey there, children" she said teasingly, she couldn't be but a few years older but the thought made her giggle, "I'm guessing all of you are first timers?" she asked with a friendly smile.

As soon as she teased the freshmen for a while and scared them about how supposedly the sorting hat every now and them took a bite at student's hair if he as much noticed nervousness in their voices she headed outside. Finally after having a good laugh, she was on her way looking for Annabeth who surely must have been accompanied with by Sebastian. They were a strange trio, that much was obvious, Anna was a Vulpes, Sebastian was an Arietem and Sam was a Cervus but somehow they got along. The train was already on the move, which made Sam's steps a bit sloppy and made her almost fell, finally after not too much struggle she heard her voice not too far from where she was standing. She opened the door of the wagon almost falling and with a playful smile, "I guess it's going to be a bumpy ride." To Sam, it seemed like it had taken forever to reach their next destination, she was never one to stay still in one place and wanted to get to school as soon as possible.

Not too later on, students arrived at the dock; it took only a few minutes before they moved some of the students to one of the many boats where students would soon enough would be officially in their first day back in school. Sam was already anxious to see what they would give at the banquets, her stomach was angry and ready to growl. It would only be a matter of minutes before her juvile and playful mood changed as it always did when she was hungry. "Damn, I had almost forgotten about the sorting hat..." she whispered remembering the freshmen from before. "Why can't they give us our food before they choose houses" she said disappointed before her mood started sulking.

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"I swear, your grandmother hates me," Sebastian complained as Annabeth continued to laugh at his expense. It wasn't really hilarious in his eyes and if not for the fact that he loved her laugh, he would have totally done some kind of spell or something on her - rules be damned.

"Oh, sweetie! That was your fault!" Annabeth chided between her giggles, recalling the way her grandmother pretty much murdered her best friend with one single glare. Truthfully, it had been more than one glare. After a of begging and pleading to both parental parties, Sebastian spent the entire summer with Anna. She showed him her village and the nearby castles. They swam, sampled wine, attended festivals, and actually stayed in each other's presence the entire time.

And her grandmother hated it.

Of course, Sebastian had tried to be his charming self, grinning at the elderly woman and trying to be as respectful as he could in her presence. But his constant flirting with village girls, his lewd comment about the dancers at one of the festivals - a traditional festival honoring former witches and warlocks, mind you - and just his presence angered the older Heiman. She saw him as nothing more than a troublemaker seeking to corrupt her precious granddaughter. And she wasn't shy about letting him know it. Even as they said their goodbyes at the train stop, her grandmother politely pulled him into an uncomfortably tight embrace and warned him that if he so much as made Anna cry, it would be the last thing he saw. Sebastian wasn't scared, but then again, who wasn't threatened by a sixty-year old woman who didn't have to use magic to kick your ass?

"But seriously, she's just incredibly protective," Anna decided to say after a minute, smirking at the small pout Bass gave her. It still astonished her that not a lot of people saw this playful side of him. He was childish when he wanted to be and it was adorable. Speaking of childish and adorable, where was Sam? "We're kind of all we both have left - the richer family members provide money, but nothing more. She's...my grandma. I wouldn't be here without here." The serious look on her face and the cloud of emotion in her now green eyes caused Sebastian to feel uncomfortable and he rubbed the back of his neck to avoid eye contact.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah; I know. Don't get all sentimental on me." Anna fixed him with a look as Sebastian waved off the moment and punched his arm only for them to somehow start a tickle fight that he was definitely winning. It must have been her laughter at him touching the underside of her ribs that got her female best friend's attention because before she knew it, Sam was entering the wagon. The girl struggled to stand straight and Anna reached over to pull her into the seat opposite of her and Sebastian. Without fail, though, she hugged the girl.

"Hey, beautiful!" Finally, Anna settled into her seat and nudged Sebastian's side, prompting him to greet Sam with more than just a simple nod of acknowledgement. He offered a subtle, "Hey," before nudging Anna, smirking victoriously that he won another bout between the two of them. She glowered before turning back to Sam. "Can't wait to start this year, though. I got bored some time during the summer." Anna ignored him when Sebastian cut his eyes at her, fighting the urge to smirk.

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Annabeth: 1
Sebastian: 1

When they finally arrived, Sam commented about the sorting hat and eating. Anna smirked and linked arms with her friend, letting Sebastian carry her heavier bag and opting to grab the rest of her things.

"Oh come on, be fair. How do you think the other upperclassmen felt having to wait for the rest of us to get sorted?' She reminded her and kept walking. Sebastian smirked.

"Besides, what's better than seeing a kid sitting in that chair ready to piss his pants at the talking hat?" Sebastian added, recalling one of the freshman members of Arietem last year. The idiot literally had a mental breakdown simply because the hat couldn't decide for the longest and he actually had to beg. Anna remembered that fairly well and shot him a dirty look. Sebastian only smirked and winked at Sam.

Good times.

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The plane ride to California from New York had seemed, to Veronica Smith, a lifetime and a half, at least. As usual, the girl has taken the trip alone, while her father stayed back to care for her mother. She has often thought that a rather good, if a bit depressing, movie could be made about her parents, who went to having it all to being in an almost entirely one-sided relationship within a matter of weeks due to a bacterial infection. Of course, the only time she thinks of such things are when she is alone, and is trying to distract herself from something- in this case, the person who sat next to her, a snob whose skin still clung to the scent of his skin. Typically she'd describe it the other way around, scents clinging to skin, but in this situation it seemed more appropriate to flip the norm. It did well to distract her as he prattled on about something supposedly fascinating, ignoring every sarcastic remark she made in regards to it.

Yes, the plane ride had been excruciatingly slow. However, everything lurched back to real time the moment she had set foot on the boat to return to what she had come to considered home in the truest sense of the word: Magnus Grex, School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is the girl's sixth year at the school, the sixth year in a legacy of mischief and midnight adventures. And, of course, she is very close to finally reuniting with the dearest of her friends, and a few who are less dear and yet associated enough with Magnus Grex that she can like them well enough. She remains inside for most of the boattrip, doing a poor job of hiding her great dread for boats and the splashing of waves against the ship. Because of this, she fails to see any of her friends at first, too unfortunately preoccupied with keeping down the contents of her stomach: two cans of sprite and a bag of pretzels.

Finally, her feet are able to touch solid, and magical, land. Being muggleborn, Veronica doesn't really get a good deal of exposure to magic during the holidays. Sure, there are places in New York where magic runs thickly, often disguised as eclectic apartment buildings or strange little shops, but they can hardly satisfy her near insatiable thirst for all things magical. The thing about not growing up in a magical family is that one never takes it for granted- Veronica surely doesn't. Were she religious, she'd thank god every day for her powers. As it stands, she is merely grateful to whatever happened that gave her the magic gene.

Her good mood is shut a little bit when she hears the word mudblood being muttered somewhere in her vicinity, but just as Veronica turns, she misses whoever murmered that accursed slur. A good thing for them, as she would have not hesitated to cast some rather nasty curses for them- and plenty of the teachers, given the explanation, might have softened their penalty for such rulebreaking. It isn't as though the school is staffed exclusively with purebloods, after all.

Picking herself back up quite easily, for she never has been the sort to sulk extensively over things, Ronnie heads to the Great Hall, cutting through throngs of underclassmen, every now and then going up on her toes to try and find a familiar face. Eventually, she finds Sebastian and Anna, two people that, unfortunately enough, always seem to be together. Despite her fondness for Anna, she can only just tolerate Sebastian, and even then makes little effort to hide her dislike for the fellow.

"Anna! Hey!" she calls out, ticking the girl's sides from behind before swinging around to face her. "Heading to Vulpes?"

Then, seeing that Aberforth is about to begin, "I'm going to go grab a seat," before leaving to sit at the Vulpes table with the others.

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Ivan, as it happens, is something of a fan of boats. But then, he's been living in California since he was young, and on the coast, meaning that he has no problem with waves. In fact, he lives on a part of the coast that isn't too far a distance from Magnus Grex, and could probably pitch in for Christmas at home and then come back the next day if he wanted to- it can't be more than a few hours' trip, really, made only faster should he go by floo powder or, perhaps, broom. The latter is incredibly unlikely, of course, because the wizard boy has no fondness for heights whatsoever- in fact, it's a phobia of his, and the reason that he has, despite loving the stars, always dreaded Astronomy class. When it is in the tower, anyway. Classes in the grass below are much more tolerable, really, though of course he would never admit this to a soul. It simply wouldn't be prudent, and Ivan is, if nothing else, a very calculating young man. It's simply in his blood to be.

It is also in his blood, as the grandson of a Veela perhaps, to be an extroverted sort of fellow, and he thus spends the majority of the boat ride chatting with other people- mostly other 5th year Arietem students, though there are a few others with whom he speaks for a bit. Small talk, which is dull, but a very effective way to invest minimally in relationship investment and get more out of it. Relationship investment makes it sound a lot colder than he is, for being an Arietem does not automatically equate cold-bloodedness, but it is a term that he uses, though only privately. It wouldn't do to make it seem as though he only views things based on what he can gain or lose- though this is, in many cases, a quite accurate description of his decision making process.

When the boat comes to a halt, he takes his time getting off, still enjoying the sea breeze. Wind is, more often than not, the closest thing to cold weather he can get in a place where people take out gloves to wear if the temperature drops below 70. He hasn't visited Germany in at least two years, but a bitter comparison between it and California, weather-wise, continues to persist in his mind. He far prefers the snow to the sun, as one might clearly have guessed by now.

He walks around for a bit, making conversation here and there, before finally making his way towards the great hall. Ivan isn't the sort to plot pranks against first years, but not because he doesn't find it amusing at times; he just isn't really the sort to dirty his hands in such a manner. Shrewd, after all. He can still be allowed a smile when he sees a first year's face turn white as snow after an elder student mentions something to them, a wicked glint in their eye. It's a third year from Arietem- he believes her name is Hollis, but can't be certain, and doesn't care enough to verify at the moment. Instead, he continues forward, knowing that the sorting ceremony should begin soon.

He takes a seat next to a student a year above him, Lucius Todd. "Evening," Ivan greets him.

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No sooner had they reached the Great Hall had Sebastian been ready to leave Anna's side. He nodded at a few of his house members in acknowledgement before yanking Anna in the air, twirling her in a circle while embracing her before walking away with a smirk on his face. She squealed when he did it. Anna stared dazedly, trying to get her wits together.

"I'll get back to you later," he called over his shoulder and proceeded to greet his house members. Anna only smiled, turning around just as she felt fingers ghost of her sides. Another squeal escaped her followed by a fit of giggles as she came face-to-face with her good friend Ronnie.

"Hey, love! I'm heading over now!" Anna shot an apologetic look Sam's way and hugged her quickly as she saw the headmaster get ready to speak. "We'll hang out after this, Sam, promise!" With that promise in the air, Anna scurried over to the Vulpes House table, greeting a few members and taking the seat beside Veronica.

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Sam wasn't surprised as Sebastian left with his house members without telling her a thing, she let out a smile as she too was trying to see if she could recognize anyone from her house. As soon Sebastian did the dramatic twirling to her best friend, Sam could spot someone else in the crowd, Veronica. Sam smiled at Vic as soon as she approached, she had seen her before with Anna; after all they were both in the same house, and though she wasn't exactly on close-terms with her, any friend of Anna was a friend of hers. Sam said nothing when Anna reassured Vic she was leaving to sit with her in the dinning hall, but as soon as she hugged her and gave her the 'I'm sorry'-look, Sam shrugged her noise in disapproval of her betrayal and gave pouted her lips like a child being left behind.

As soon as her friend was out if sight, she too moved closer to her own house hoping she could at least find someone to sit by with. It was then when she spotted not another Cervus but an Arietem, Harvey, Harvey Sparshott. They had barely said but a few words when they were barely in their second year at school, but he had left quite an impression on her. They would have probably never talked had Sam not found his cat Maine roaming around nearby her dormitory.

Sam was grateful that the cat had a beautiful name tag with Harvey's name, which made it that much easier to return her. They barely shared a few words other than him thanking him and her teasing him about losing his pussy, but Sam couldn't help but to feel drawn to Harvey. So as soon as she spot him nearby other Arietem, she couldn't help but to smile before she too sat down in the first Cervus seat available; after all it was only a matter of minutes before Aberforth began his entrance speech. Besides, the sooner they got over with all the spectacles the sooner Sam would be eating her delicious pizza.

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Aberforth looked over to the 1st years and welcomed them all with a toast of butterbeer in his cup. He walked down the platform steps and watched as the 1st years began to be sorted. They were all so young to Aberforth, all going through what he went through at Hogwarts, And even Aberforth couldn't resist the temptations of being headmaster.

He looked at all the students and smiled."Now..To all the students that couldn't make it we understand the delays. Here at Magnus Grex we take care of our own as if we were all family. And that's where the magic begins. As classes begin tomorrow we will expect all students to be on time, no later than 9:10 a.m. We have four houses. Ferre,Vulpes,Cervus and Arietem all competing for the house cup that is won every year.

I must say however that to the older students, set an example for our younger students and also follow the school rules. These rules are updated every year. No sneaking about the corridors and dormitories losing your trousers."
They all laughed.No unforgivable spells are to be taught or learned either. I trust all of you, so much that I believe in your talents.Your skills.Your charms. The path to success is the goal, and the goal is the key to everything."

Now, to the exciting parts. We will be having multiple clubs this year. Herbology,Dueling,Potions,Charms, and the most popular one among the students, the four quidditch teams."
The students all jumped up in excitement as Aberforth laughed again, almost falling over his cloak.

"Now..unless I'm boring you all to your immense death I shall say it once, not twice. Let the Magic..BEGIN !!"


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Veronica smiles over at Anna when the sixth year takes a seat beside her- it doesn't really cross her mind that she kind of ignored Sam back there, partially because the two aren't extremely close. To be honest, there are several respects in which they might be a bit too alike to be friends- they'd likely butt heads. Anna, on the other hand, is someone with whom Ronnie gets on very well, despite the aforementioned dislike for one of the girl's closest friends. She's not going to judge based on who one's friends are, so long as they don't start picking up nastier habits. "Ready for the new year, then? It's your last," Ronnie comments, but regrets it almost instantly. Not because she thinks that it will dampen Anna's mood, but because the thought of this year ending sours her own very slightly. She's never been the sort to focus on the future, but lacking a magical background, is concerned about what she will do following her graduation from Magnus Grex. It's a bit of a touchy subject for the otherwise quite relaxed, or at least carefree, girl.

As Aberforth begins his speech, it is soon clear that Ronnie isn't overly interested in what he is saying. That is, until he mentions that elder students should follow the rules, in order to set an example for the younger ones. This puts a guilty smile on her face, one that's contradictory to the daring gleam in her eyes. And, of course, as he begins to mention Quidditch, she is one of those who jump up. The girl is a beater for the Vulpes team, and a rather big fan of Quidditch in the general. It's only natural, for she grew up among muggles exclusively, and so up until she came to Magnus Grex, the idea of such a fantastical sport would have been a distant dream for her. "Vulpes!" she calls out, grinning and cupping her hands around her mouth as she does so. For all of her rule-breaking and the like, she's got a good deal of school spirit, especially when it comes to competition among the houses. She's always been a very competitive young woman, after all.

After the speech ends, Ronnie notices Harvey out of the corner of her eye, and turns to give him a wave and a wicked sort of grin that says Ready for another year of shenanigans? Of course, between the two of them, Harvey seems a lot more likely to wind up in detention. While Ronnie has spent quite a few afternoons in a teacher's office, she's got a gift for sneaking away at the last minute. While her head is turned in that direction, Ronnie notices something rather strange. The sorting hasn't begun, and yet there is an unfamiliar face sitting at the Vulpes table. Perpetually curious, and always too nosy for her own good, Ronnie immediately reaches over and taps him on the shoulder, only just getting a glimpse of a toad, and hearing him mutter something.

"Is he a good conversationalist, then? I've been toad that they are- there's just the concern of them croaking on you," she can't hold back a grin at her own cleverness, though her puns are actually quite poor. Ronnie's got quite a weakness for puns, all the same.

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Sam waited before she headed towards their dorm where Rae must have surely waiting for her. As soon as the crowd had calmed down she was on her way. She took her sweet time; after all she was in no rush and she wasn't planning on unpacking until the next day. Once she found Rae she noticed her distracted by something, Sam was a bit distracted trying to figure out exactly what when her friend moved back to their dorm. She was thankful that she had not forgotten the password when the painting almost stopped her.

She followed Rae tapping her playfully on her shoulder before asking her what she was hiding. Sam was most excited to find it was none other than a toad, surely someone's pet and little friend. She helped her ever-helpful friend to find it's owner but it was useless, both of them giving up finally deemed it best that they took care of him until someone got him back. Sam laughed when her adorable friend had named the toad, "come on Rae, Lemongrass? Now you've really gotten him mad" she joked around eyeing at the toad who did not seemed pleased. Before she said anything else she turned to her small cat Snowy, who she had made sure arrived safely before she did. Sam had asked Rae to take care of him before she even got to school.

Image"Don't you ever leave me whitey!" she asked while hugging the beautiful small cat. Finally, as she felt her eyes giving out she sent a wink to Rae, stuck her tongue out the grumpy toad and gave a kiss to lovely Snowy before she said goodnight and fell almost dead in slumber.



As always Sam had woken up late, "not again!" she half-screamed looking at the hour. As if in a flash she remembered what Alberforth had said about being early to class and she let out a sigh. She looked around to see if she could see Rae but it was obvious that she would have never gotten late, unless someone was in some sort of trouble and she'd stay to help out or something of the sort. She got ready as soon as she possibly could, her hair was still wet; not having time to do anything else she urged Snowy to follow her to class.

She was about to head out before she remembered the toad, looking for the box where Rae had placed him but couldn't find anything. She knew Rae must have taken him to keep on looking for the owner. Having missed breakfast made her grumpy but that didn't meant she wouldn't enjoy her transfiguration class. She rushed to class, picking up Snowy knowing he would not be able to keep up her pace. Finally she reached the class, almost out of breath; hoping that the teacher was not there yet.

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Rae Ki Bae



Rae had just finished giving Ra the last bit of bacon from her plate when Ronnie walked up. Rae was instantly glad to see her- she had missed her last night and hadn't had a chance to talk to her big-sister figure. "Ronnie! Hey!" Rae stepped out from the table to stand, slipping Ra into her robes and picking up Lemongrass' box. "Hey, Rae- where'd you find that frog? I know someone who is looking for one," Ronnie said calmly as she took a bite out of a pear. "Oh, who is it? I found it last night, I've been looking for the owner." "New kid- don't know his name. He should be in our first period, though, so you can see if it is his then." First period.... what time was it? Rae glanced to her watch and gave a little squeak. "We're going to be late!"

Not one for being late, Rae closed the box on her guest pet and offered Ronnie a smile. "See you in class!" With that, she rushed off to the classroom. She couldn't start the year off like this- being late to her first class. She had to work hard at her grades as it was. She wasn't lucky like Ronnie was. Ronnie was just naturally gifted at being brilliant- it was what drew Rae to her when she first met the beautiful blonde.

Rae made it into class with a couple minutes to spare. She figured Sam would be sitting with Anna and her evil sidekick Sebastian, so Rae took a seat further to the back. Admittedly she was a little embarrassed that she never knew any of the questions the professor asked. She would have her quill write them all down so that she could make note to answer them later or come back to them. In the empty seat next to her, she sat the box containing Lemongrass. He had behaved pretty well at the breakfast table, so she opened the lid so he could look out. She muttered a binding spell under her breath, putting a breathable, see-through shield over the lid of the box- just in case he got any squirrelie ideas about jumping out and taking a tour of this part of the castle.

As the students poured in, Rae tried to take notice of everyone. Did any of them look new? Had she not noticed one before? Surely it wasn't a first year. Ronnie would have called him a first year. A pale looking boy with stunning blue eyes walked in, looking lost and perhaps even a little flustered. She had never seen him before. She bit her lower lip and tried to remember if she had actually never seen him before, or if she had just never noticed him. From the box, the toad had started to croak and hop around- almost as though he were excited about something. Rae looked to the box with an arched brow, and then back to the dark haired boy who looked like he didn't know where he could sit. "There's a free seat by me," she called with what she hoped sounded like a friendly voice. "You, ah... you aren't missing a toad by any chance, are you?" She'd go out on a limb. The worst he could say was no, and she'd just look like a weird pet-rescuer. She'd been called worse.





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The Professor was walking down the steps, eating the last chocolate frog from his collection. He began to wonder about his new class. One in which, was different every year. He had taught some of the best in America. With even his own children becoming fantastic wizards and witches throughout the wizarding world.

As he made his way to the classroom most of the students he had encountered on his long walk were greeted with care. He smiled and glared at them, with some obviously showing off or trying to hard to impress the professor. As soon as he had walked in he used his wand and started laughing."Seats ? Quills ? Paper ?...oh students..have you already forgotten who I am ?" He dropped both of his books on a desk and started to write on the green board with charcoal.

As he was writing he began to sound out the words."Defense..Against..The..Dark...Arts." He dropped the charcoal and moved his desk against the wall. Argus hated having to reintroduce himself to the classes every year, but he couldn't reform himself from announcing his own name.

"I am Professor Argus the Fourth and I..will be your teacher, friend, and hopefully your best chance of becoming an auror." He tugged onto his shirt with his right hand and pulled out his wand. He waved it over the blinds, watching as they all closed, darkening the room with an overshadowing shade of black. He looked at the students, now changing his facial expression to that of a living statue.

"Move the desks against both of the walls.."




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Lucius woke up, sliding out of his bed. He began to put on his school clothes and looked into the mirror, smirking at his fuzzed hair. He fixed it in a few places, even though his hair always seemed to be in the same shape he could always curve it. Always. Lucius grabbed a few books for his first class of the day and began to walk towards the classroom.

He bumped into his buddies from the pureblood group. Mills and Keenan they were. Both were a year ahead of him, something Lucius did enjoy knowing. Lucius looked over at them as all three of them entered the classroom, seeing all the other students until Lucius could spot the one girl he despised more than anything. Lucius whispered to Keenan and Mills.

"Just a warning..the mudblood could make you smell like rotten shit." They all laughed and sat together in the front row..looking back as the girl were all marooning over the new boy. Lucius chuckled at all of the girls and sighed towards the boy."Hey kid..watch out for the girls..they sure do know how to steal your little frog these days." He rolled his eyes and began to move his desk over to the wall following the other students moves.

Lucius already hated Mr Argus within seconds. Doing something productive was just something Lucius hated. Probably because of his lazy tactics he almost always had someone work or do something for him. Something Lucius might as well be known for these days in Magnus.

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Anna obediently set to moving her desk towards the walls when Sebastian suddenly loomed over her, a big and taunting smirk on his face. She scowled. Instead of acknowledging her expression, he reached down and plucked the desk out of her hand, chuckling as she proceeded to pout and mumble about how she got it. Truthfully, she probably did. He didn't doubt it. It was just easy to mess with her.

"Calm down, Smurfette," Sebastian chided gently, the smirk ever present. Anna was nearly stunned into silence, eyes wider than normal and mouth left open. It was actually a comical sight...that is, until her face contorted into another scowl and she rolled her eyes, turning her full attention to the teacher. Sebastian laughed shortly. "Ignoring me now, Annie?" Anna sent him a scathing look to which he grinned.

Sebastian was only taunting her because Anna had missed breakfast for the first time since their first year. It was his fault, if he were to be honest with himself. The night before last, they pretty much spent the majority of it watching movies despite her protests. It was pretty much day time by the time they fell asleep and it wasn't like there was any real sleep had. There was last minute packing on both parts and a rush to get transportation back to school. It was a lot. And the only reason he was truly awake and in a teasing mood was because he knew she wasn't.

As backwards as it was, it was how they functioned. Anna smirked.

"Yep," she retorted, slipping past two first years she recalled meeting last night. They were great distractions from Sebastian's laugh as she made her way over to Veronica, hopefully not interrupting a conversation as she politely greeted the blonde. Pardon me. Morning, Veronica."