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Veronica Smith

"Cleverness and a bit of mischeif go a long way in my book."

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a character in “Magnus Grex School of Witchcraft and Wizardry”, as played by Miss Nomer



"Really, everyone calls me Ronnie. I'd like them to, anyway."
Veronica "Ronnie" Sawyer Smith

"Not quite a seventh year, of course."
Sixteen [16]

"Can't you tell? Perhaps you need glasses."

"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."
Vulpes House

"I've named him for the Irish Poet."
A Snowy Owl, named Wilde.

"New York City. Born to two muggles, I might add."


The Library || Music || String Instruments || Challenges || Riddles || Puzzles || Mythology || Transfiguration || Potions Class || Her House || Other Vulpes Students || Magic || Late Nights || Stargazing || Comic Books || Cursive Script || Green Eyes || Intelligence || Wit || Strangelings || Gem Colors || Hot Drinks || Butterbeer || Heights || Bad Gore Movies || Quiet Places || Enigmatic People || Mysteries || Reading || Banter || References || Sunglasses || Trivia || Intellectual Equals || Language || Puns || Magnus Grex || Ancient Greece || Ancient China || Little Pranks || Christmas || Sleeping In || Spoken Word Poetry || Quidditch

Feigned Idiocy || Cliffhangers || Divination Class || Those who Chat in the library || Being Underground || Dancing || Sketching || Cleaning || Cooking || Knit Sweaters || Romantic Comedies || Complete Silence || Dry Humor || Condescension || Summer || Winter || Ice Cream || Coffee || Binge Eating || Snakes || Poptarts || Stupid Potions Partners || Failing Classes || Movie-versions of Novels || Dullness || Slow Speakers || Dwelling on the Future || Her Grandmother || Sudoku || Extremists || Neutrality || Missing Breakfast || Early Mornings || Cramming || Cigarettes || Boats || Rats || Judgmental Types

12" Mahogany, with Dragon heartstring core.
"That is Mahogany!"

It is something which can be easily, and accurately, assumed that Ronnie is an intelligent individual. The slower of mind are not exactly those which are chosen to be members of the Vulpe house, after all. She fits the criteria expected of a Vulpe student, possessing a quick mind and a quicker tongue, both of which make her good in conversation, but can also get her in a bit of trouble during her classes. Ronnie is a fiercely clever individual, but sometimes the comments she makes can be considered a bit disrespectful by the teachers- even when they get a laugh out of others. She was the student in muggle schools who the teacher adored despite their constant misbehavior, and continues to be such with many of her teachers today, though several of them dislike her quite a bit. It's not that she is blunt and doesn't know how to hold her tongue when there is a need- she simply has different definitions than some of the staff members, and the prefects, as to when she should do so. The girl is very good at keeping secrets, after all- some of her snarky comments simply aren't secret. Regardless, she does well in most of her classes, and is over all a very bright girl- especially when it comes to verbal and auditory methods of learning. Her spell recitation is quite good, for this reason.

Veronica has always been a rather competitive girl, even as a small child always wanting to sign up for things in which she could challenge others, whether it be in racing or solving long division problems on the white board in her second grade class. If there is a way to win, she's interested, certainly. This contines to be the case today, and there is nothing so tempting to her as a challenge or a bet. In fact, perhaps the best way to manipulate the girl is to make something into a competition, for all her bountiful wits are not enough to strengthen her will against such a thing. She simply loves it- games, riddles, contests, bets- and she grew up rather used to winning in most things. To her credit, she has never been the sort to discard something as pointless just because she loses. Instead, she works harder at it, or admits to defeat. She may not particularly like losing, but Ronnie can recognize when she has. She has a high enough self esteem to do this, for a single loss isn't going to burst her bubble. Ronnie is, in fact, a very confident individual, something clear to all those who meet her. She isn't afraid to try things because she is confident that she will succeed, and even if she doesn't, is not so fragile as to back away. Failure is just a way for her to improve, after all, and Ronnie is certainly self-assured in her capacity for progress.

As one might have surmised by now, while Ronnie is certainly a sterling student academically, she is far from the sort who is chosen to lead the class or to be the teacher's pet. Rather, she is a tricky sort of gal, one who delights just as much in a cleverly pulled trick as she does in a well-written book. As far as she is considered, mischief well done is just as much of an achievement as good grades in a class or gaining other academic recognition. Many who know her are well aware of the girl's love for pranks and little tricks. Typically, her fun doesn't get too out of hand, and no one gets hurt, but there have been situations where her brain failed to considered unforeseen factors. No one can say that she doesn't know her way around a good prank, though, even though her outright jokes can often be a bit lame -partially due to a silly love for puns. She seems to know nearly every trick in the book, and knows the school like the back of her hand; or at least well enough to be able to sneak around at ungodly hours, plotting some harmless trick, like putting silly costumes on the suits of armor or swiping a concoction to make every Gryffindor's eggs induce excessive sneezing.

When it comes to people, Veronica is a rather accepting individual- except when it comes to Gryffindors, or so she says, at least. Regardless of her joking dislikes, she isn't typically the sort who will be quick to judge other people. After all, she grew up being something of a freak, a witch in a word of muggles; in a family of muggles. She can sympathize with feeling different or strange, and isn't about to push away people for being different than she is. As far as open-minded goes, she's also surprisingly willing to trust others, to the point of borderline naivete, though she scoffs at the idea. If someone says something, gives a fantastical tale that everyone else rolls their eyes and dismisses, she's willing to give the benefit of the doubt. Part of this is because she wants to believe in things that are strange even by Wizarding standards, and wants to be part of such things. The other part comes from an inquisitive and imaginative mind which very willingly searches for answers and possibilities. New things are exciting to her, enticing, even. She's almost easily won over by things which are fresh and shiny, curious enough to love mysteries, though still loving the idea of things going unexplained. She's quite conflicted on such things, really.

One thing that Ronnie is certainly not conflicted about, however, is the future. Or, to be specific, growing old. Magnus Grex has provided for her so fantastic an experience that the idea of leaving it, of going on to get a job or something of that sort, is a secret terror to the young woman, who would much rather remain here forever. It is the place where she feels more at home than anywhere else, after all. She doesn't want to grow old or to graduate, preferring the idea of remaining a student always, or at least of being young for as long as possible. The knowledge that she will be graduating next year sends a few chills down the girl's spine, needless to say.

Clever || Snarky || Competitive || Confident || Mischievous || Open-Minded || Inquisitive || Gerascophobic

Veronica "Ronnie" Smith was born to a perfectly ordinary, at least by magical standards, family. As far as humans go, however, she might be slightly less dime-a-dozen; or, her family might be, anyway. Veronica was born to Corrine Anders and Daniel Smith, both of which lived very different lives, making the fact that they met and had Ronnie slightly strange, or unlikely, at least. Corrine was an acclaimed violinist living in a flat in New York City which was often graced with the presence of influential artists, musicians, and other such artsy folks. Daniel Smith was certainly not the sort of person with whom people would expect Corrine to interact, let alone get married to. It happened all the same, however, as the accounting major was dragged to a concert in some little bar by a friend. At that concert, he met Corrine, 25 years old and already an prominent violinist, considered by most to be a genius in her time. When they first met, Corrine was dating another person. Still, they clicked, strangely enough, and began seeing each other more frequently. When Corrine eventually broke up with the person she had been dating at the time, Daniel saw his chance and, eventually, took it. Within a few months the two were dating, two sides that complemented each other's weaknesses. Whereas she was somewhat flighty and impulsive, he was responsible and patient. Where he was typically awkward under pressure and inflicted with narrow horizons, she had an expansive imagination and an uncanny ability to charm. They charmed each other, and married two years later.

Within a year, the two conceived a child, who would later be born and named Veronica- Veronica Smith. She would be their only child, due partially to circumstances trailing her death by a few years. When Ronnie was five years old, a girl who very much took after her mother in spirit and speech, Corrine received a bacterial infection. It started with pain, and fever. Within a few days, however, Corrine had to be rushed to the hospital. It wasn't too long before Daniel learned of the consequences of what had initially seemed to be a simple illness. Corrine's brain had been damaged by this rare infection, and her ability to recall and form new memories was damaged greatly. She could look into her daughter's face and see only a stranger. Daniel, she recognized at least as someone close to her- as though some implicit memory of affection remained. But Ronnie was no one- no longer her mother's daughter. Woefully, and feeling it necessary, Daniel kept Ronnie shielded from her mother, at least until she thought he could understand. The first time Ronnie's mother hadn't recognized her had broken her a bit inside, after all. For just a few years, Daniel decided, she would be sent to live with his mother in a small town in upstate New York. And so she was. The timing would prove to be most unfortunate, for her powers began to reveal themselves around this time.

Of course, she and her grandmother both proved to be two great forces conflicting with each other, like the water and land gone to war. Daniel's mother had never approved of his marriage to Corrine, and in fact had completely cut off contact with her son until he called her, pleading what she take in her granddaughter- her only grandchild. Perhaps she regretted the decision very quickly, because Ronnie was the spitting image of her mother, and lacked the discipline that she expected of children. The child was constantly misbehaving- running off, playing with fragile things, etc. When the strange things first began happening, her grandmother almost didn't notice it, for she had already considered Ronnie to be a strange little wild child. But eventually, the little signs could not be ignored. The way that mud seemed to stubbornly appear on her, even after she had been bathed and supervised in her room; her ability to get into locked rooms. Both were hints, of course, but it became clear that Ronnie was not typical when her grandmother watched her stop a snowball thrown at her in midair. Luckily, none of the children she had been playing with noticed. She thought to homeschool the girl at first, until she could understand what was going on at least, but one year of that proved exhausting, so she sent Ronnie off to school with very strict warnings about what would happen should unexplainable things begin to happen around her.

All of her grandmother's attempts to discipline her had ultimately failed, but this was something which Ronnie finally understood after multiple occasions on which a classmate would run away, confused and frightened, when she was able to do something strange. By the time she was around seven years old, she knew that she wasn't like her classmates- that she was strange or, as one little boy put it, a freak. So she hid it. What else could she do? The girl remained as clever and snarky as ever, both in the class and home, but she learned to hold her tongue on certain things- like how she could make things disappear if she wanted to, or turn things on by focusing on them. She was happy to compete and laugh and play with her peers, repressing her abilities to the best of her abilities. She continued to live with her grandmother until she was eight years old, at which point her father swooped in to take her home to New York. Before she left, her grandmother pulled Daniel aside and explained the strange things which had been happening around Ronnie. He was frightened, but this only steeled his resolve to bring her home- where she could be close.

Her mother had, at this point, begun to be able to more easily accept the suggestion that she had a daughter, whereas the prospect had previously inspired panic. Her memory span was no larger than half an hour or so, and yet Corrine was still able to pick up the violin and play it masterfully. Ronnie had already begun to learn the violin at her old elementary school, a quiet reach towards her mother, and for the year in which she remained in New York, the girl had lessons with her mother, who would forgotten that she had existed the next day. It was a rather emotionally trying experience, but the young girl convinced her father that she didn't mind- it was worth it. She was happier her, with them, anyway. This life was somewhat shortlived, however, for only a year and a half later, strangers came to her apartment and asked to speak with her parents. They were employees of the ministry of magic's education department, here to explain her abilities to her parents, or her father, at least. The prospect gave Ronnie great hope, for it would allow an explanation for what had previously isolated her from her peers. She was more than willing to attend Magnus Grex when the time came, though she made the trip on her own so that her father could stay back and be with her mother.

Ronnie's quick mind led to placement in Vulpe, where intelligence was valued above all else. It was her sharp tongue and tendency towards borderline delinquency, mellowed slightly over time at the school, which gave her a reputation beginning in her early years for being a less than perfect student. Still, it was the place where she fit in, and Ronnie continued to live at Magnus Grex, happier than she had ever been, to the point where, after a few years, she began to spend several Christmases there, rather than returning to New York, where a mother who didn't recognize her face and a father who was too busy tending to her mother waited. She didn't want to bother them, so she remained where she believed that she belonged. And she had surely earned her place, a very academically gifted student who was better known for her mischievous nature and tendency to pull tricks than her brilliance in transfiguration.

She remains similar to this day, though Magnus Grex has put actual substance behind a confidence which was once forced, and has only nurtured her cleverness and love for wit and intelligence. Magnus Grex is, in fact, so much her home that she dreads the coming future in which she will graduate. She hopes to get a job at the school whenever possible.

Rae - Rae is like a little sister to Ronnie, albeit one who is considerably less likely to get into trouble than she is.

Do you know much about the Harry Potter Universe?: I've read all the books several times over; same for the movies.
How often do you get online?: Usually every day or every other day.
How often can we expect you to be able to post?: With the exception of maybe holidays and such, typically no less than once every two days- but it depends on whether other people are posting as well, of course.
Password: Copper Cauldron

So begins...

Veronica Smith's Story



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..

#, as written by Jynxii
Rae Ki Bae

Rae shifted just slightly in the dirt, glancing up to push a piece of her hair away from her face. She had come to school a week prior to everyone else to help prep the Herbology garden for the First years. She sat in a mound of dirt and herbs, with gritty sediment plastered up both of her arms to her elbows. To her right sat Ra, cozy inside her discarded cloak. He was too much of a dainty fellow to bother getting his paws dirty.

Rae turned back to her work, ignoring the soft mews of her companion. It wasn't until her alarm went off, said alarm being an enchanted note set to explode into sparkles, that she realized the other students would be arriving soon. With a small squeak she quickly finished her current project; filling in the last of the snapdragon's bed. "Better hurry, or we'll be late," she sighed in soft Korean as she scooped up Ra and made her way back to the dormitory. Luckily, she managed to shower and get dressed just in time for the first couple of carriages to start pulling into the gates. She was late.

As though a fire had started behind her, Rae dashed about her room and scooped up Ra excitedly. Her friends were back. Unable to contain her joy, she bounded through the soon-to-be-filled hallways and bounced nearly all the way down to the gate When she finally arrived, she was breathless but grinning. Instantly her face scanned the vessels for her friends. Where are you, James? Ronnie, you're usually one of the first ones here... where.. Is that? No...

Her brown orbs dashed across the many faces of the students. A nervous hand gently stroked Ra's skin as she looked around. Maybe they were inside already? Rae chewed on her bottom lip just lightly, wondering where they could have gone. Maybe they had decided to take on guiding the First years in this year? Frowning, Rae hoofed it back across the grounds to the docks. When she arrived she was met with a sea of little witches and wizards. She tried to stand toward the edge of the large groups, scanning the faces of the older students to try and see if one of them belonged to any of her friends.

It was then that her black robe was tugged on by one of the First years. A young blonde girl who looked lost. Rae smiled warmly to the child and took her hand, nodding in the direction of the school. On the way to the banquet hall, Rae did her best to ease the girl's fears. Apparenlty someone had told her that the Sorting Hat would bite a bit of your hair off if you sounded too nervous. Although it was a little funny, Rae quickly put the girl's fears to rest.

The young one seemed to feel a little better, but then looked stricken as Rae stopped by the large dinning room doors. "Aren't you coming?" "I have to sit with my house," Rae explained with a smile patting the girl on the shoulder. "You'll be fine, don't worry about a thing. The hat will put you in the right place." With that, Rae left the First year to find her seat with the other First years, and made her way over to the Cervus table. She was starving. From the inside of her cloak came a quiet purring as Ra fell asleep. Spoiled cat, Rae thought to herself with an amused smile. She sat down with the other members of her house and strained to see over the heads over the other tables.

With no sign of her friends, Rae let out a gentle sigh and turned her attention to the front of the hall to watch the sorting ceremony.


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.


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.




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.


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.



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 !!"


#, as written by Ankti

Harvey slumped back in his chair, staring absently at the ceiling, trying to decide how much trouble he would get in if he skipped his whole first day of classes to go surfing. It would mean detention for sure, from each of his teachers, but that might just be worth it to start out the year right.

He decided to start a list of all the things he would not miss about this place. First thing - the old man’s self important speeches. He couldn’t even look at the old man without picturing their meeting at the end of last year, when the Headmaster had laid out just how much of a failure Harvey really was.

Oh sure, he hadn’t used those words, no one ever did, but that’s what they meant. A tragic waste. Yeah, well, this year would be a tragic waste if Harvey had to spend it listening to more of Aberforth Dumbledore’s speeches.

Of course he might also need to start a list of the things he would miss. That would mostly be a list of names. His eyes drifted across the room to Ronnie at the Vulpus table. Now she was great. Always up for some fun, always looking for a new adventure. Yet somehow she never seemed to catch trouble for it like Harvey did. She’d be on the list.

Then there was Sam and the Cervus table. Seeing her smiling at her friends, Harvey remembered the day in his second year, after he’d looked high and low for Paris, his maine coon who’d run off. He sat dejected in the courtyard, about to cry in front of most of the school. Sam had walked up, grin on her face, the huge orange cat balanced on her shoulders like a fur boa. She’d found Paris hiding roaming around the Cervus dormitory.

Yeah, he liked Sam, she’d go on the list.

Then there were the boys, his fellow Arietems, his dorm mates. People who’d explored the castle with him, who’d shared jokes and excitement. They were a cocky bunch, and if you asked Harvey, with good cause. Maybe he would put up with more hot air from Dumbledore if it meant more time with the boys.

“Hey Bass,” he leaned over to Sebastian Queen, who was trading flirty looks with a couple of his friends, “help me think of a harmless prank to pull on the first years before Quinton decides to boil them in oil.”


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.


Cassius felt a tap on his shoulder and caught himself choking on air. Assuming someone was about to tell him no toads were allowed in the main hall Cassius began cycling through excuses in his head, 'He's sick. He followed me in here. I didn't know we weren't allowed them.' To his surprise he turned to face a student, not an angry member of staff. The first thing he noticed was how pretty she was, it was a shame that his jumbled thoughts about Odin and nerves caused him to gargle his words as he looked at her.

"Oh, er... yes" He managed to get out. 'Idiot, she was joking' he internally berated himself 'Relax, it's your first chance to make a good impression on someone. Look at her, she's smiling. She must be nice.'

Cassius realized no one else was paying the two attention and that he was noticeably making a puzzled face, he quickly righted it into an embarrassed smile and could feel his cheeks going red. "He's more of a bother than you'd imagine. Like an imaginary friend who runs away a lot." He grinned, thinking about Odin fondly.

As he talked his face seemed to doubt every word that came out of his mouth. "Do you... do you have a pet? Cassius paused, and bared his teeth in frustration with himself, his cheeks went even more red. "I mean, of course you do... but, what type? Sorry."

#, as written by Jynxii
Image Rae Ki Bae

Rae waved back at James just before the headmaster began his speech. 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." Rae glanced to her side, noticing Sam had made her way to the table at last. "You made it! Did you hear? My Herbology club was approved!" Rae grinned broadly to her friend, her voice vibrating with excitement. The headmaster announced that the feast had started, and instantly food materialized in front of them.

Knowing that Sam's attention would be quickly, if not immediately stolen, Rae added lightly, "You know I helped a first year in here earlier. She seemed terrified of the sorting ceremony. Something about an older student told her the Sorting Hat would take a bit of her hair if she was nervous.." Rae tried to look upset, but it was too great of an effort to keep from smiling. "Can't imagine who put that into her head..."

The feast was as grand and delightful as it was every year. True to form, Ra had woken up midway through to poke his head out of her cloak and settle into her lap; accepting the meat scraps Rae secretly fed to him. As dessert took the place of the main course, Rae glanced over to see if James was almost done eating. She couldn't see him very well from where she sat, so she pulled out a scrap of magical paper and sent a hummingbird origami fluttering over the tops of the other students. The tiny bird landed gently in front of him and unfolded itself.

Hey, did you hear that my Herbology club got approved? You're joining, right?! How was your break?

Rae glanced over to Sam as the other Cervus' enjoyed their desert. "I'm going to head back to the dorm. Want me to claim our bunks again?" Rae considered Sam one of, if not her only, best female friend. Veronica was more like her older, smarter, sister and James was a guy so he didn't count. There was something special about having that one person in your house that you could talk to and do everything with. Over the summer, Rae hadn't been able to visit Sam due to her internship with her mother and then volunteering with the muggles and coming back to school early for Herbology.

Rae waiting for Sam to answer and then stood, holding Ra in her arms. She made her way out of the hall, as a few people had started to leave. On her way out, she caught sight of Lucius- the boy she had been asked to tutor in Herbology this year. He was talking to someone, but she couldn't see the male's face because his back was to her. At the same table would be Sebastian, so Rae quickly directed her attention elsewhere. In no particular hurry, Rae headed out of the Great Hall.

The halls were alive with chatter once again. It was refreshing and comforting. Rae gently put Ra on the floor to walk along side her as she made her way towards the dorm tower.



Lucius smiled over as Aberforth finished his long dreadful speech."Herbology ? Her-Herbology ? Are you serious ?" He laughed and began to eat his food knowing Harvey would follow in lead."If anything what we need is a long's night rest from his hairy beard." Lucius chuckled as the students sitting next to him laughed, some dropping bits and pieces over their robes.

After he finished eating he watched the 1st years being escorted to their rooms all by one. Lucius ate the last piece of his blueberry muffin and whispered to one of the Arietem students."Death Eater meeting by 9. Bring all of your youngest recruits by the quidditch post. I believe we are going into the tunnels tonight."

Lucius walked out of the corridors and spat on the ground by the mudblood girl, Veronica. He smirked and jogged outside of the corridors making sure he was unseen.

He ran until he could no longer breathe. He suddenly walked up to the group of boys all cloaked as Lucius smirked to himself."And what is this ? 1st years ? You brought children into the group ? He pushed one of the 1st years onto the ground and looked upon his face."Agriplio." He shouted as the boys memories invaded Lucius's mind. He stood up and looked down upon the small boy."Joane' Flutnick. A half-blood."He sighed and looked towards the rest of the group.

And now, do you see squirrels ? These 1st years are tempted. Not all can be trusted. The poor boy stood on his weak legs and yelled at Lucius."You can't hurt me...I-i-..i'm going to tell Dumbledore about your club you jerk !!" Lucius stood back and ran upon the boy, smacking him hard, his hand hitting the boys cheeks with anger."How dare you ? Oh but I had forgotten...Lucius looked towards his other members.

"Tell your mother..and your father I said welcome to Magnus, Obliviate !! A green spark of light hit the boys face and caused him to fall asleep. Lucius began to walk back into the school, hoping he wouldn't be detected. He smiled the whole way muttering the same word over, and over."Forget..Forget..Forget.."


Veronica's would-be conversation with this new person, who has a british accent that makes her think of the famed school for Wizardry in England, Hogwarts, is cut short by Aberforth's speeches and general grandeur. Afterwards, it isn't long before all of the houses are shuffled along by their prefects. Needless to say, this was not an honor granted upon Ronnie, for the professors hardly want someone known for sneaking about to have the passwords to all of the dorms, and knowledge of special passageways. Of course, the girl already knows quite a few passageways that she's stumbled upon without aid- an advantageous side effect of frequent wanderings.

The night would have ended on a relatively pleasant note, if it weren't fore one of those nasty pureblood supremacists spitting on the ground by her feet, making it very clear what he thinks of her. She knows who he is, of course- Lucius, perhaps the most foul member of the upperclassmen, and certainly the worst sixth year, as far as she is concerned. The only thing Ronnie dreads is the knowledge that she'll have to see his face in classes everyday. She can only hope that they are placed on the opposite sides of the classroom this year, because otherwise, she can't be held accountable for her actions. Even as it stands, she's concocting some sort of trick to play on the despicable boy. "Scumbag," she mutters under her breath, thinking about it just before she goes to sleep that night. Hopefully he'll contract a terrible stomach virus- this is something which she can arrange, in fact. Thus, it is with revenge in mind that she sleeps.

Veronica wakes up in the morning, but hardly does it as early as some of her other housemates. While some others have already dressed and such, she yawns loudly and rolls out of bed, dressed in shorts and a tank top. If the girl were allowed, she'd wear her pajamas to breakfast. Unfortunately, she instead has to get dressed, and along the way brushes her teeth, brushes her hair, and pulls on a pair of shoes. As the tasks pass by, she becomes a bit more alert, the excitement of the first day of classes building, after months of having to abstain from magic entirely. The young woman finishes getting ready and darts down the stairs, hungry for breakfast. She finds another person in the commonroom, and begins to think that she might have woken up earlier than expected. It's the boy from last night.

"Ah- Boy with the toad! Morning," she greets him warmly enough, though her eyes still hold traces of sleepiness in them, as does a half-sheepish smile.


The sorting feast had been rather uneventful for Ivan, partially because he was uninterested in the sorting, and partially because he was not taking part in the pranks that the seventh years apparently had in mind for the new first years. He is manipulative, that much is true, but Ivan isn't actually the sort to find delight in pranking- he'd rather laugh from a distance, but keep his hands clean, so to speak. Everything is weighed practically in the calculating young man's mind, and he doesn't feel it most beneficial to take part in the pranks, when he can observe them without being punished for doing so. He listens to Katarina, one of the seventh years, talk about mudbloods and such, and looks away, able to hide it by feigning preoccupation with grabbing another apple to eat. He may be purely-magical in blood, but he does have a younger sibling now who is a half-blood in the most basic sense of the word. While he doesn't like his new stepfather, growing up around muggles for the latter part of his pre-Magnus childhood does mean that he's not likely to be nearly as harsh on them as some of the other Arietem students are.

Had he remained in Germany, there is no doubt that he would have been, however- and a member of Durmstrang, to boot, where they have always been far more accepting of the dark arts and other such things that follow the pattern. His paternal grandparents aren't exactly known, at least not in their home village, for being inviting towards muggles. They had even resisted against their son marrying a girl who was half-Veela, though they were eventually won over. In that respect, perhaps Ivan doesn't really count as a pureblood- he is a quarter Veela, after all. It isn't something that he spends a good deal of time dwelling on. Anyway, he went to bed after the unexciting night.

Forever punctual, Ivan wakes up relatively early that morning, showering and dressing fairly quickly before making his way down to the great hall for breakfast. There are only a few handfuls of students there at the moment, mostly clustered together but for the occasional stray student eating here or there. A few first years are speaking to each other very quickly, eyes wide. The sight makes Ivan chuckle, if just a little bit. He then sits down to eat his own breakfast, thinking of what class he has first today- Defense Against the Dark Arts. It isn't typically the strong suit of the Arietem house in general, not based on the description, but he does passingly well in the class, at the very least.



Cassius hit his head on the underside of a desk as he stood up. 'I've checked here, I know I have.' It felt like he had searched every corner of the Vulpes common room two or three times to no avail. A state of panic had washed over Cassius that seemed to make him unaware of time, until he climbed out from under the table and saw a group of girls coming down the staircase from their dorm. 'Oh god, what time is it?'

Cassius wandered over to the chair as the girls walked past, one of them gave him a particularly dirty look. He assumed she had seen him crawling out from underneath a table and accepted the look as one of confusion, not of some prejudice. Cassius picked up his big book of creatures from the floor, held it close to his chest and sighed. 'I should ask someone. There aren't too many toads about, someone must have seen him.'

Just as he thought about needing help there were footsteps, breathing and a voice, a girl's voice, a familiar girl's voice. Cassius turned to see the blonde girl he was thinking about when he realized he had lost Odin, the same one from the grand hall. 'Boy with the toad' she called him, how ironic. "Oh," he paused and smiled, relieved it was her not one of the others.

"Have you seen Odin?" he asked, his words coming out almost too quickly. "The toad... Odin is the toad's name," he blushed, realizing she had no idea who Odin was and he was bordering on seeming crazy.


Ronnie notices that a few things in the room seemed to be pushed a bit out of place, and raises an eyebrow quizzically. It isn't a curiosity of cause, but of motivation- she tends to think more in terms of people than in objects or events- typically, anyway. Obviously when she's scheming, which she'll likely begin doing before the end of week is over because she can only remain on 'her best behavior' for so long, this might alter, but in everyday situations, it is the case. She slides her gaze back towards new kid, and of course thinks that this might of been him, given that he is standing near a slightly moved chair, and because he is the person her attention is focused on- and thus the first person her mind goes to as an explanation. She returns his smile, a strangely relieved one, with an upturning of her own lips. Her smile is slightly lopsided, favoring the right side more, and thus seems to express perpetual amusement of a sort. "I guess I'll take that as a good morning in return, then," she says, shrugging her shoulders. The boy then asks if she's seen Odin. Odin? Ah- must be his frog, then? Is that why the common rooms a bit shaken looking? Or why he's a bit shaken looking, that is to say?

"The toad. Odin is the toad's name," he clarifies quickly, looking more anxious by the moment. His words are rushed and he is blushing scarlet, very quickly telling Ronnie that he is not the most socially exceptional of individuals. That's fine, of course- Vulpes is known for intelligence, not charisma. In fact, there are a good deal of 'read books not people' sorts around this dorm, so she doubts that frog boy will be finding himself alone in this deficit.

"Oh, good. I was worried that you were the sort to speak in the third person- and were an amnesiac," she adds the last part for the sake of closing little holes in her jest, before her smile widens, becoming a borderline grin at this point, really.

"But I haven't. If he's not here, perhaps you left him in the Great Hall? Or you could go down there to see if he wandered the halls at night?" she recommends, hopefully helpfully. She, at this point, has decided not to bother asking for frog boys name-she'll figure it out eventually if it is necessary to do so, probably. "If you decide to come down, look for me- I'll be eating," she adds, giving a little wave before leaving the dorm, and frog boy, behind.

When she reaches the Great Hall, Ronnie makes a beeline for Rae, who is eating, and at the moment notices the frog sitting on the table beside the girl. "Hey, Rae- where'd you find that frog? I know someone who is looking for one," she comments before grabbing a pear and taking a bite into it. Class is starting soon, so it occurs to her that she should start heading to her first lesson. Thus, the girl remains standing while she chews.

Swallowing, she continues, "New kid- don't know his name. He should be in our first period, though, so you can see if it is his then."

#, as written by Jynxii

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.


Cassius relaxed his shoulders and smiled as the blonde girl grinned at her own joke, he remembered that she had done the same thing the night before with a terrible toad pun; not that the quality of the joke mattered in calming Cassius' nerves. He could feel his skin regaining it's colour slowly. She mentioned that maybe Odin was in the great hall or in one of the hallways, waved and left. 'Of course, he must be in the great hall, I was talking to him at dinner.' Cassius sighed with relief and shouted a thank you after the blonde girl, who he only just realized he didn't know the name of. He would do his best to ask in class. Maybe.

Cassius was slightly bewildered by the morning events but hopeful that what the blonde girl said was true and Odin was safe somewhere. Maybe another student had found him. Oh god, maybe another student had found him. Cassius winced, clutching the big book into his chest tighter. "I should get ready for class," he said aloud realizing the time and made for the stairs to the boys dorm.

Cassius dropped the big book onto his bed and began searching for his empty workbook. It was a struggle finding anything in his bags, he had packed them himself and brought along practically everything he could fit. There were dozens of notepads filled with writing, he compulsively took notes in classes. The embarrassment of being asked a question and not knowing the answer was enough motivation to pay attention closely, the real enjoyment he got from studying was a happy side effect. On finding a book with some blank pages Cassius grabbed it and started walking to his first class at Magnus. "I was looking forward to breakfast," he growled under his breath.

Hopefully the day wouldn't be too hard on an empty stomach, the first day is always stressful, especially the first day at a new school. 'Sit next to the blonde girl' he told himself, he probably wouldn't feel too awkward sitting next to her. But maybe it was weird to keep 'bumping into her,' maybe he should branch out and meet new people, he didn't want to seem creepy.

Cassius hurried down the corridor, trying his best to remember where he was supposed to be. A group of students packed around him as the corridor he was following intersected another. They were all busy laughing and talking none of them seemed to notice the bewildered boy who had become entangled in their group. Not wanting to seem like a tag-along Cassius slowed his pace. 'They look about my age, maybe they are going to the same class as me,' he thought, hoping his luck was better than his memory.

Shortly after Cassius had began following the group they reached their destination and flocked into a classroom. A large grin grew on his face as he realized this was indeed where he needed to be, but it quickly vanished as the nerves of walking into the classroom kicked him in the gut.

As he walked into the classroom he stared around, unsure of what to do. 'Just take a seat at the back,' he told himself. Almost feeling overcome by his nerves Cassius was frozen in place, until he heard a friendly voice motion him over. "There's a free seat by me." Turning to look, Cassius briefly forgot where he was, grinned and walked quickly to the table. "Odin!" he chirped, his voice jumping up a pitch or two. The girl had said something else but Cassius hadn't quite noticed what it was, he beamed his smile at her and said "Where did you find him? Thank you!"

The relief at seeing Odin safe and well brushed away any nerves he had felt and he was comfortable being forward and sitting next to the happy looking girl, but it quickly became apparent to him how he had reacted and he could feel his cheeks warming up again. "I'm sorry, I am just happy to see he's OK," he said, his voice quietening.


Breakfast passes easily for Ivan, as he had arrived early enough to eat at a rather leisurely pace, luckily enough. The young man scans the hall, and watches as familiar places enter and exit, some eating breakfast and others only popping in for a moment to say hello to someone before leaving, so that they may get an early start on getting to class. Ivan considers doing the same, and is disposing of his breakfast dishes when Annelise, a fellow Arietem student, stops by the table and bids him a good morning.

"Morning to you, as well," he responds, tossing out the last of his dish while she grabs an apple and leaves, apparently not wanting to remain behind for small talk. He can hardly blame her- chatting has never been his favorite activity, really. It's, as a general rule, very vapid, after all, and accomplishes little. That is important, of course, because when it comes to Ivan, everything is weighed based upon how much it benefits him. Small talk only invests in a very meager amount of relationship capital, and the effort is very rarely worth it, with the exception of speaking to people such as teachers or other authorities of sort.

Finally, Ivan leaves the dining hall, finding himself a few steps behind a cluster of younger students, whom he believes are Ferres. It soon becomes clear that they are heading to the same class, though he doesn't think too much of it, really- why should he? When he enters the classroom, Ivan sees a few recognizable faces. Annelise has arrived already, of course, and is sitting near an unfamiliar boy. Katarina, a seventh year and someone of some notoriety, is sitting towards the front of the class, along with the twins who act like puppies and never leave her side, and a blond first year who looks a bit anxious- with good reason, if she's been chosen as Katarina's latest toy. Ultimately, Ivan opts to sit towards the middle, where he can engage either of the mentioned Arietems, or neither, depending on his mood.

"Good morning," he greets Katarina and her minions politely before taking a seat and scanning the board at the front of the room for a hint at what they might be doing in this class today. One fortunate thing about classes here is that they tend to jump right into things, unlike muggle schools, that drag about for the first week. Or so he's come to think, based upon his younger sibling- Ivan never attended one himself, as it would be strange for it to be present in a magical village, of course.


Ronnie doesn't mother to hide her laughter when Rae squeaks about them nearly being late- she can afford this laugh only because she doesn't care much about tardiness and the like. If the young woman is typically punctual, it is because she enjoys most of her classes very much, all of them being so outside the realm of what she had been put through until attending this school for witchcraft and wizardry. Ronnie watches as Rae scurries off, casually taking another bite of her pear before walking in that direction at a far less urgent pace. She tosses out the pear as she walks, into a waste bin at the end of the hall, and continues on with a smile on her face. Seeing someone a bit behind her, she murmurs something and winks, making the person a bit confused- just before one of the suits of armor, donated by one of the European schools, sticks its leg out and trips them. Ronnie grins at her own little trick, harmless enough, and continues down the hallway quite cheerily.

When Ronnie enters the classroom, she experiences mixed emotions. Gladness, as it seems that Rae has located toad boy and returned his frog, but also disdain, as she sees Katarina and her clones, all pureblood supremacists and all nasty business, sitting at the front of the classroom. It will be a very foul year indeed if she is part of the same schedule as Ronnie, that much the blonde Vulpes student is very certain of. Of course, Ronnie has a couple of spells with Katarina's name on them- but she'll save those for after class.

"Wicked Witch of the West's in our class this year, I see," Ronnie comments as she takes the seat behind Rae, from which she likely intends to whisper little commentaries throughout the class. Of course, this first observation is not said particularly quietly- Ronnie only ever does things quietly out of politeness, and she feels no obligation to act thusly at the moment.

"Good morning," she adds brightly, directing this at Annelise, as she's already greeted everyone else. Of course, she's not entirely sure who this girl is, really, but says it all the same. Then she adds back to Rae, "This year would've been a lot lovelier without having supremacists in our class."



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.."


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 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.


Cassius shyly smiled at the girl next to him, trying to stifle his joy at having his toad returned to him. He flicked his attention quickly from Odin's saviour to Odin himself with large thankful eyes. It was simple to distract him, however and the flapping of wings and a soft voice pulled Cassius' attention forward, "Mind if I sit here?" the voice said.

The girl, who had large, blue eyes, was smiling and looked very friendly but nonetheless Cassius began to panic, 'Why is she asking me? I'm not in charge.' Embarrassed and returning to his usual shade of scarlet, Cassius exhaled into a pained looking smile. "Sure," he managed to get out, recoiling slightly and looking the new girl in the eyes before flicking back to Odin and keeping his head down.

Cassius focused on calming his nerves as he looked at the toad, he hadn't expected more than one person to approach him in class. 'Maybe it will be good for me,' he thought in between short breaths. It may be good for him but it felt a lot like anxiety.

Soon after, a third voice came from behind him, but this one Cassius knew. The blonde Vulpes girl was there, obviously just returning from breakfast. She glanced at him and Odin before taking her attention to the other two girls, not that Cassius minded, he was happy recovering from being surrounded by people. He heard the blonde girl mention supremacists but ignored it, worried it would only lead to more trouble.

"It's good to have you back, buddy," he whispered to Odin, who stretched his legs in response and croaked.

The three girls who were talking around him were all very different looking, but emphasized one of his beliefs about America and how it differed from back home. Everyone was beautiful no matter what. Taking quick glances at each of the girls before focusing back on Odin, Cassius felt like an extra in a film and it only made him more nervous.

It wasn't long before the classroom had filled up and the teacher marched in and flicked his wand. Cassius watched wide-eyed like a child in awe as the room went dark, even letting out an audible "wow."

A blonde boy from the front of the class turned and sighed at the girls, making a comment, Cassius assumed it was a joke. He let out a friendly yet embarrassed I don't know if I should joke about them yet laugh and began to help move the desks, making sure the box with Odin in didn't fall.

#, as written by Jynxii

Rae Ki Bae

Rae looked up as the boy rushed over and scooped up the toad from the box. "Odin!" the boy chirped. Now that he was closer she could see he was Cassius- the new student from across the seas. She had heard about him from the Herbology professor. 'He'll need a friend, coming all this way. And muggle-born, too!' Rae could still hear her favorite teacher's voice in her ear. So, this was the new muggle born student. She was fascinated by him already, as she was with every muggle and muggle-born, something she inherited from her mother no doubt. "Where did you find him?" The broad smile on his face made her heart melt. Helping people is what she lives for, and the look on Cassius' face was like a child on Christmas morning. "Between the Vuples and Cervus dorms... Actually, Ra found him.. My cat." "Thank you!" Rae giggled a little and shrugged her shoulders. "You're welcome."

There was a gentle silence between them for a moment, and then his ears started to turn an interesting shade of red. Rae frowned, tilting her head to the side. "Are you okay?" "I'm sorry, I am just happy to see he's OK," Cassius replied, his voice significantly softer than it was before. "That's alright," Rae was quick to say, "I would have panicked if I lost Ra. He's my best friend." Not it was her turn to blush, but she managed to smile through it. "That's terribly lame, isn't it?" Cassius didn't get a chance to respond- because a dark headed girl from Arietem; Anne, if Rae remembered correctly, came over and asked if she could sit beside Cassius. Rae tilted her head to the side, confused as to why an Arietem would want to sit with a muggle-born and a member of the Cervus house. To her memory, Anne had never tried to talk to her or sit with her before.. in fact, her house had a bad reputation for being particularly cruel to Rae's house.

True to character, Rae smiled anyway and pushed the prejudice aside. "If you want to," she said warmly. "Sure," chimed in a very timid-sounding Cassius. Rae glanced over to him and offered him a smile, hoping that it would reassure him that he had nothing to be nervous about.
"Wicked Witch of the West's in our class this year, I see,"
Rae turned around, noticing that Ronnie had come to join them- sitting just one row back. Rae grinned at her, "Oh, be nice. She's not that bad." A sentence like that might have meant a lot more, coming from anyone else. Coming from Rae, it didn't mean much at all, since Rae might have said the same thing about Voldemort himself had she ever met him. She had a terrible habit of seeing the good in everyone, despite the number of things they've done wrong."This year would've been a lot lovelier without having supremacists in our class," Ronnie went on to say.

"It's good to have you back, buddy," Rae overheard Cassius whisper to Odin. She blushed a little and decided against commenting. At least she wasn't the only one who had that kind of a relationship with her companion. Just then, the professor came in. "Seats? Quills? Paper?...oh students..have you already forgotten who I am?" The professor slammed his books down on his desk, causing Rae to jump just slightly in her chair. In truth, the students were all a little confused this morning- the class schedule had been changed last minute due to a staff problem, so no one really knew what they'd be doing today. Rae twisted around in her seat to whisper to Ronnie, "Am I the only one who thinks having us all in the same class is a little strange?"

"Defense..Against..The..Dark...Arts." He spoke as he wrote the words, then dropped the chalk and began moving his desk against the wall. Why he was moving it by hand confused Rae to no end. Why not just charm the desk to move itself against the wall, like any of the other professors would have done? "I am Professor Argus the Fourth and I..will be your teacher, friend, and hopefully your best chance of becoming an auror." Rae glanced over to Cassius who was looking rather nervous. "He's not as bad as he seems," she whispered to him, before turning her attention back to the teacher. The professor pulled out his wand and closed the blinds. The room was engulfed in shadow and Rae frowned a little. How were they going to be able to see? "Move the desks against both of the walls.."

"Wow" Rae glanced over to him, noticing that he looked like he had just witnessed magic for the first time. "It's just a simple charm," Rae explained in a gentle whisper. "I can teach it to you later, if you want." She then looked to the professor who looked like he had frozen solid- his face a stern mask. Rae glanced at Cassius and shrugged, putting her things away and picking up her desk and carrying it beside Cassius over to the wall.
"Hey out for the girls..they sure do know how to steal your little frog these days." Rae nearly dropped the desk, but regained her composure quickly. She wanted to protest- that she had certainly not stolen the frog, but she knew better.

It would only cause problems if she bit into the bait and went along with his game, so instead she ignored him. Cassius' laugh sounded a little strangled and as she sat the desk down she looked up to him. "Don't mind him. He jokes like that with everyone. He isn't really that nice of a person sometimes, too, but... He's really smart." She lowered her voice and gestured for Cassius to follow as they joined the other students who had started to form a semi-circle around the teacher. "Don't let him know you're muggle-born, okay? Just... don't. He'll only want to... joke with you more." Rae turned her attention back toward the professor as she stood by Cassius.