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Magnus Grex School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Magnus Grex School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry


a part of Magnus Grex School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, by Cookiiie.


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23 Characters Here

Veronica Smith [24] "Cleverness and a bit of mischeif go a long way in my book."
Rae Ki Bae [23] "Do you need any help with that?"
Cassius Ward [21] "pardon? I mean... er... what?"
Lucius V. Todd [18] "Now then my friend, would you like a drink ?" WIP
Samantha Holt [18] Unavailable Character
Harvey Sparshott [17] "Which is better off, a lizard basking in the sun or a philosopher"
Sebastian Queen [14] "Monsters are real...they live inside us..." WIP
Katarina West [13] "Maybe I have daddy issues?"
Anneliese Kingsley [12] "Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."
Annabeth Heiman [12] "Dragons can be defeated..."

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#, as written by Ankti

Though it didn’t show on her face, her anxiety left Fiona’s stomach a churning mess. She took a few bites of some of the lighter foods, sipped water, and tried very hard to focus on what everyone was talking about.

“Not hungry?” One friend asked.

“I think I might still be seasick from the ride.”

That seemed to gain her some sympathy, and folks left her to herself.

She thought about the one bright spot of the feast, when Dumbledore had mentioned the clubs, Potions club to be specific.

She smiled to herself. Something to focus on, something to do with her time. And Rae’s Herbology club had been accepted. Well, that would be a little awkward, she and Rae hadn’t spoke much since the breakup with James, but, well, if they were just talking about Herbology it might not be so bad.

In fact, just considering that, considering talking to her friends about only school, about Charms and Potions and Muggle Studies made her stomach settle.

She had things to do, responsibilities, that would help keep her mind off her apparent social anxiety.

Speaking of responsibilities, as a Prefect she needed to help get the first years up to Ferre’s common room. She glanced around the table to see who her fellow fifth year Prefect was. Her eyes fell on a bright badge pinned to James’ robes.

Great, yet another awkward situation she’d have to deal with.

James stood up and called the first years to follow him through the castle. Fiona stood to follow, but stayed behind the main body, gathering up two first year girls, most likely Muggle born, whose eyes had become fixed on two ghosts drifting absently through the dinner table.

“Come on ladies, we don’t want to get left behind. You’ll see plenty more of the ghosts when they drift into the showers.”

This was answered with squeals that were equal part fear and delight. By the time they made it to the portrait, it has swung closed and she showed the girls how to open it with the password.

“Now boys, if you’d like to follow me and I will show you to your dorms. Girls, you’re gonna have to hang tight until Fiona gets up.” James obviously hadn’t noticed Fiona and the two first years enter the common room, “I’m not allowed in your tower.”

“Which is the only reason we girls can sleep at night.” All the little heads spun at Fiona’s words.

For just a second James and Fiona looked at each other and things felt just fine, like her summer of self doubt and worry never happened.

“Let’s go ladies, and let’s not have any fights about who gets the beds by the windows.”

#, as written by Jynxii

Boats? Fuck that. The seventh year glided over the waters separating the school from the world with ease. Her shoes were inches from the surface of the water as her broom zipped her across the body of churning liquid. As her hair whipped around her face, Katarina let her mind drift away. This would be her last year in school. Now that she was seventeen she was free to use magic as she pleased, on or off the grounds. It was beyond thrilling, but something inside her felt twisted. Was it her heart? Her gut, maybe? What was the nagging feeling inside her telling her that something terrible was happening. She was graduating. How could that be anything other than wonderful? She'd finally be free! She'd never have to see another filthy mudblood ever again if she played her cards right and only associated with the classiest of purebloods.

She arrived at the school and landed quietly on the grounds. With a twist of her wrist, her wand sent her bags flying to her room- along with her broom. Another flick and her hair was once again pristine. Can't walk into the school for the first and last day back with broomhair, now can she? Pocketing her wand, Kat strolled into the dinning hall and slipped onto the end of her table just as the headmaster started to speak. She was greated by Kindle and Kimberly, twins in her year, who she tolerated for company's sake. After all, just because she was a bitch didn't mean she wasn't popular. "If you two keep stuffing your face like that you're going to get fat," Katarina sighed, poking at her own plate with the end of her fork. The twins looked up, faces stuffed to the brim with the delectable food of the feast. Kat flicked her eyes up to their faces, and grinned. She was just kidding, of course, so they went back to eating. Kat turned her eyes back to her own plate. It wouldn't be terrible of they got fat. It would make her look even skinnier.

Katarina let her eyes scan down the length of what she thought of as her table. All the other members of her house seemed to be one of two things; chatting away with friends or looking incredibly broody. There was Lucius, a sixth year who had started some sort of 'secret' club; though everyone in the house knew about it. Her nose wrinkled just slightly. He had a lot of growing up to do, but his heart was in the right place. Then there was a fifth year sitting further down. Her name was slipping Kat's mind, but she was pretty sure it started with an A. Anna, or something like that [Anneliese]. Kat rarely associated with underclassman, so the girl was of no real interest- especially because she was a halfblood.

Looking further down the long table Kat could see another student whose face she couldn't see. She didn't have to see his front. She'd know those golden curls anywhere. Harvey. Her dark hues watched him from across the table. His eyes were scanning the crowd, like a bee sampling the nectar of every flower. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but she resisted as she watched him. The smile slowly began to turn as she noticed his eyes had stopped and he had a certain look on his face. A look she didn't appreciate. He was staring at someone. Her eyes followed his line of sight, landing on the Cervus table- landing on Samantha. Her left hand grabbed the bench she sat on as she attempted to keep her gaze cool and aloof. What was that feeling? Jealousy? Of that little nobody?

If her eyes could have set Samantha on fire- they might have. When she forced herself to turn away, Harvey had already moved on to scanning their own table. Possibly looking for her? Instantly the clenched tightness on her chest lifted. She shouldn't be so stupid. Harvey would never sink that low. Smiling, Kat slipped out of the bench- receiving concerned looks from the twins. "One sec. I'll be back."

Kat slipped down the row between her house and another and slipped her way between Harvey and one of his boys- Quin. She liked Quin, he had a similar mind to hers. Harvey was just finishing a question, “ me think of a harmless prank to pull on the first years before Quinton decides to boil them in oil.” "I'd say Quin's a genius. Did he actually suggest that for this year? Though only for the mudbloods, of course. I have something else in mind for the pures, as I do every yea- Oh, Harvey don't look at me like that," Kat trailed off with a sigh, placing her elbow on the table and her chin on her palm. "I was joking, and my prank is harmless. It's the moonlight walk, like we do every year. Are you boys joining us?" Her eyes cut over to Sebastian and Quinton, a grin lifting her cheeks. "Anyway, you boys think about it. You know where we'll be. We're meeting in the tunnels after for some butterbeers to celebrate the first day back. Seventh years only. Quin, please tell me you made it through the gates with my surprise? Bass, you have to go. If you don't, Harvey will have to drink alone, and well.. we all know how that goes.."

She was teasing, of course. As she stood she let a hand rest comfortably on Harvey's shoulder if allowed, and looked over the boys once more. "See you tonight. Bring something fun." With a smile, Kat walked back to her seat. Hopefully the boys would come. Sure, getting a little tipsy with the girls was always fun, but the more mischief makers around the better in her book. Besides, she could really use the distraction.

When the meal was over the trio, often called the KKK behind their backs, stood and headed towards the beach. It was a tradition. On their first night back the three, and sometimes selected invited guests, would go down to the water and jump naked off the docks. It had been a dare their first year- by a seventh year then. A girl named Miranda. Pureblood and extremely cruel. She had told the girls that if they truly wanted to be accepted into house- they would have to jump into the water off the dock.

Katarina led the way, trailed by the twins and four first years they had stolen away from the group to take with them for the plunge. It was a cruel joke. This year the seventh years wouldn't be jumping in. They'd wait for the first years to disrobe and then steal their robes and force them to walk, or run, back to the dorms naked. The memory of how cold the air was on her body during her own initiation made her smile all the more as Kat led the group of unsuspecting first years down to the docks. Kat crossed her arms in front of her, struggling to hold her patience together as she waited for a herd of Vulpus to pass by. "Where are we going?" The question was from a shy blonde girl, who twisted her robes in front of her nervously. Pureblooded, but a coward. For now. She had the promise of being great- Katarina could feel it. The little dove had nearly cried when she sat under the hat. The first year had not let go of her pale hair for even a moment- as if she were afraid the hat would eat it. Stupid girl.

"You'll see."

#, as written by Ankti

“Butterbeer on a beach sounds like a perfect night to me, Kat. In fact, I’d like to try and spend as many days and nights as possible out on that beach rather than in this place,” he gestured to the cavernous ceiling and stone walls.

Kat looked good, better than she had this summer. Her smile seemed to be real, not forced as it so often was. He hadn’t seen her much over the school break, but it was enough to wish she could have spent it with his family instead of with her controlling father. Kat wouldn’t easily tolerate the Sparshott family formalities, hell, Harvey could hardly tolerate them, but at least she would be out of the reach of that assshole who didn’t deserve to be anyone’s father.

“What do you say, Quinton, will making a bunch of eleven year old run naked through the castle satisfy your sadistic impulse?”

“I guess it will do.” Quinton shrugged in resignation.

The first years finished off their feast, most looking regretful at how much they’d eaten. Before the Arietem prefects could stand, Harvey jumped to his feet and used his best ‘authoritative big brother’ voice.

“Alright first years, follow me, let’s head out.” He gave the prefects a reassuring wink.

Looking for all the world like lambs, slightly nervous about their new shepard, the first years followed him in a tightly packed clump. He lead them first down the halls toward the common room, then turned when he was sure no faculty followed, heading for the beach.

The pale, white half-circle of the moon hung low in the sky. A field of stars, astoundingly bright without the harsh lights of human habitation to block them, painted the whole sky in dizzying light. The ocean was a black stain spread before them, and the sound of waves filled the air. He wanted to stop and just appreciate the sight, but he had his little flock to mind.

Kat stood on the beach, winged by her frequent companions, the KKK, they were called. It struck Harvey that nickname might delight Kat just as much as it annoyed her.

It seemed Kat had selected the first years worth her time; four little things stood before her, obviously embarrassed but at the same time worried about staying brave in front of the older girls.

A blonde one had the bottom of her robe in tightly balled fists, looking at once about to straighten them, or pull them over her head. He didn’t envy the little girl, he’d been on the other end of Katarina West trying to get you do something you didn’t want to do. She was hard to resist.

He decided to set an example so the first years would go a little more willingly into the drink. He walked passed Kat and turned, walking backward while addressing the first years.

“Alright everyone, it’s time,” he pulled his robe over his head and threw it to the sand, “those Ferre might brag about how brave they are, but if you ask me we Arietems are ten times braver. How about you prove me right.” He pulled his tee-shirt off, and turned to the water. “I’ll see you in there.”

He kicked his shoes off and pulled down his pants as he reached the water. His skin pulled back at the cold water, but he was used to it. He’d spent as much time in that water as he had in any classroom at Grex. He waded in and did a few big strokes to get into deeper waters.

Without a doubt he would suffer the same fate as the first years, but that was what he intended. Everyone could have their fun, the first years would get a great story to tell, and the upperclassmen could feel like the new kids had earned their place, but no one would have to spend their first night at Grex crying naked in the halls, trying to find their way to the common room. He’d be there for them.

Escorting them back would make him late for the meetup later, but the others could wait. They’d all get a big laugh out of it.

“Come on,” he wave back to shore, “What are you waiting for.”

Slowly at first, they started to join him. He grabbed at one of the braver boys, wrestling with him like he would his own brother. Soon they were all in the water splashing, laughing, dunking each other under, completely oblivious to what Kat and the others did do their clothes.



As Lucius made his way back inside the school he turned to his right, where he had noticed a few students swimming. He ignored the bunch and walked back inside without hesitation. He starting walking on another step, as it changed towards another platform of steps in line. As soon as he'd made it to the Arietem portrait he sighed. The painting came to life with decorations and art changing moments within a sudden blink.

The picture, itself was a portrait of the grim reaper. It was quite a horrific figure, no meat on his skin and only a hood to cover up it's nakedness. The painting stood straight and kept it's eyes on Lucius."Password ?" Lucius started laughing."I need no password. Now let me in, or i'll rip your painting to shreds. He stepped forward and kicked the painting repeatedly without any remorse.

Lucius could feel the hair's on his back stand tall. He turned around and found himself facing the Cervus prefect,Jane. He started to laugh and pushed his hand through the top of his hairs head. He bowed and kissed her on the cheeks, hugging her in response."Well well..if it isn't my little follower, Jane. I'm sure there's a reason you've been following me...all the way from the quidditch post to the common room painting yes ?

Jane nodded. She was a 6th year girl, same as Lucius. He knew she had a crush on him, even after they dated during his 4th and 5th year. She was a tall girl, with blonde hair and a couple of brown highlights in her hair. Her personality even fitted that of a Cervus student. Quite bubbly and witty altogether.

"I should tell Aberforth...about your group you know ?" Lucius nodded. He looked back at the painting and replied."If you were going to tell him, then why aren't you already on his doorstep..Oh..I hope you aren't still desperate for my attention. He snickered.

Your a prefect, and you know every house password correct ? Jane nodded."And so you know how to get me inside correct ? She nodded again. "Lucius..I will but..if I do..I wanna see your room. Lucius started laughing and nodded in agreement. Jane walked towards the painting and whispered."Cold Bonks."

As the painting door opened Lucius kissed Jane and smiled. "You always came in handy." He brushed his hand through her hair and closed the painting door, laughing harder than ever. He literally had zero feelings for the kind girl, although he used to have feelings for her..He guessed they just faded away.

Lucius loved using people for his advantages but he just felt so dirty these days. He walked towards his bed, putting on his pajamas and laying his wand onto his bed. He got under the covers and closed his eyes.. falling fast..asleep.



As far as Cassius was concerned the morning was the best part of the day; he especially liked it when it was cold, there was nothing better than being inside on a cold day looking out the window at the blue glow that covered everything. Unfortunately this morning was destined to be a cluster of confusion and mess. Last night he had hastily left the grand hall and managed to wonder around long enough to find his way to the Vulpes common room and after waiting for longer than he'd care to admit someone who knew the password came along. To his surprise all of his belongings were already upstairs in the boys dorm-room waiting for him, and to his dismay they were bundled up near a bed right in the middle of the row of beds; he had been hoping for a bed in the corner.

Now it was the morning however and Cassius had awoken very early. It was common for him to wake up early when he was nervous, or in an unfamiliar place. He knew the bed would become familiar in time, but for the moment it was new and awkward. Never one to make a scene and dreading the response if he woke anyone else up Cassius climbed out of bed, slowly got changed and grabbed one of his books from the pile his parents had bought for him. Looking around to make sure he hadn't woken anyone Cassius crept to the stairs and descended. He sized up the room and found a big comfortable looking chair in the corner where he opened the big book to a random page with a big picture of a porlock. He stared at the magical horse-beast for a while with his eyes glazed over as his mind began to wonder.

It had only been one night but Cassius already felt like he could make at least one friend at Magnus, he'd just have to be let himself settle in and find the courage. There was that one girl who spoke to him yesterday, but their conversation was cut short by the crowds of people flooding out of the hall. Maybe he could try finding her to talk to, she seemed nice, and she was in Vulpes house after all.

"What was it we talked about yesterday?" Cassius accidentally said under his breath. If he could remember what he had talked to that girl about he might be able to spark up a conversation with someone else. 'She came up to me at the table and made a joke about something.' He tried to recreate the chaos of the hall in his head but couldn't picture it, he should ask Odin.

"Odin!" He exclaimed louder than he would have liked, dropping the book of creatures on the floor as he stood up. He began patting his hands against his pockets to see if he had foolishly left the toad in his pockets. "Crap, lost again."

#, as written by Jynxii
Rae Ki Bae

Rae made her way to the dorm room and found the bunk in the corner. With quick ease she moved the belongings of the other students to the beds that would have been hers and Sams. If they other students wouldn't know, it wouldn't hurt them right? Once she had settled their stuff in their bunks, Rae made her way back out into the hall to wait for Sam. After all, Sam might not have heard the new password- it's happened before. As Rae stood there she noticed a second year Vulpes in near tears. "Hey.. Hey, what's wrong? Are you alright?" The young girl explained that she was lost. The red in her cheeks turned Rae's stomach over. She had felt that way before, in her second year. You're too proud to follow the first years, but too unfamiliar to find your way back to the dorm alone.

Rae smiled warmly at the younger girl and took her hand, leading her to the Vulpes painting. "Do you remember your password?" The younger girl nodded and wiped at her cheeks. "Thank you.." Rae smiled and told her she was welcome. As she was walking back toward her own dorm her pocket suddenly came to life and out jumped Ra. "What are you doing," she laughed, watching the curious creature prowl around the unfamiliar hallway. With a sudden exuberance the feline pounced at a display cabinet. "Ra! Ra, get back here! You're going to knock something over!"

Afraid that her pet would ruin one of the displays, Rae rushed over and knelt by the tiny opening under the cabinet. "Ra, get back he- AHH!!" What came to her was certainly not her feline. A toad [Odin] had sprung at her, jumping into the folds of her robes and balling itself up. In a flash Ra was out of the cabinet, eyes wide with excitement. "Ohhh no. No you don't, little trouble maker!" Rae stood, cupping the toad in her hands. "No, Sir. Hey little guy, are you alright?" She peeked open her hands to look at the toad. He seemed unharmed, thank goodness. No doubt he was someone's pet. The house elves didn't let in just any amphibian.

Rae carried the toad back to her dorm with Ra following behind in a now grumpy demeanor. She showed the toad to Sam that night, but neither of them knew who it could belong to. None of the girls claimed to own it in her dorm, and none of the males passing through the common room claimed it either. Figuring he must belong to another house, Rae put him in a box for safe keeping and put Ra in his cage- for extra safe keeping of the toad who she had named Lemongrass.

She woke up early that morning, as she did every morning. Maybe it was programmed in her blood, or maybe she was simply a morning person. Either way, she was dressed and ready for the day early as always. Knowing how Sam likes to sleep, she didn't bother to wake her up. Instead she grabbed her box with Lemongrass[Odin] inside it and released Ra from his cage. He looked extremely annoyed with her, but he would get over it at breakfast. Speaking of which, that's where she was headed. Rae made her way down to the great hall for some morning eggs and sausage. Since barely anyone was there that early she didn't see the harm in letting Lemongrass[Odin] sit on the table, in the box of course. Ra curled up in her lap after accepting a piece of apology bacon. Bacon was better than toad anyway. Rae ate quietly, wondering who the toad might belong to. She found it between the Vuples and the Cervus dorms, but none of the Cervus she had talked to had claimed it. What a terrible way to start the year, she thought to herself, loosing your pet.. I think I'd freak out if I ever lost you, Ra..

#, as written by Jynxii

Katarina grinned as she watched Harvey lead the way- unashamed to be blatantly staring at him. Even if none of the first years went, he would have made this whole prank worth it just then. Even better, though, the first years did join in. Slowly, they took off their robes and made their way into the water. Eventually they were all splashing around and having a grand time. She would have loved to stay and watch, but... she had other things to do. Nodding to the twins, they gathered up all the clothes and wands and took off for the dorm with grins plastered on their faces. It was thrilling, and hilarious, and worth it. They piled all the clothes in the common room- wands and all, and left them there to go to their 'after party'. She sent the twins on ahead of her and waited by the dorm with Harvey's clothes and wand.

When the large group of bodies finally showed up she flicked her wand- snapping a picture, and then allowed them into the dorm. She handed Harvey his clothes as she grinned at him. "Someone's been working out. Come on. They're waiting for us." After he was dressed she led the way back to where the seventh years were- the twins had already started drinking and Quinton had not disappointed. He had managed to sneak in something a bit stronger than butterbeer.

How long it had been, she didn't know. She was thoroughly intoxicated and grinning as she lay in the sand, hair sprawled all around her because she had fallen during her dancing. Giggles bubbled out of her throat as she watched the twins fall all over themselves as they tried in vain to dance against the buzz in their system. Kat looked over to Harvey and smiled pointing to him as he melted in and out of focus. "You! You have to make sure I make it into the dorm tonight." Her words were only slightly slurred, but certainly slower than normal.

When the twins started to puke she knew the party was over. She reached out for Harvey to help her up and followed the group back to the dorm. Kat fell in against the curly blonde male and looked up at him, trying to figure out which one was actually him- the one on the left or the one on the right. "D-don't ever change.... mmm... mmkay?" She smiled and gave the side of his cheek a pat, then made her way up the stairs to the girl's side of the dorm.


"DON'T!" Katarina snapped awake, breathing heavily and clutching the sides of her bed. Heart pounding, she slowly let herself sink back down into the bed, closing her eyes and letting out a long sigh. It was just a dream. Just another dream. The red headed girl still stared at her, every time she closed her eyes. Refusing to cry, Kat rolled over and hugged her pillow- looking out at the light coming in the window. It was just a dream. Just a dream..

She allowed herself to stay that way for about ten minutes, but then the twins were up and getting dressed. She joined them, following them down into the common room to watch everyone go to breakfast or head out to class early. After last night, Katarina didn't figure breakfast would sit very well with her, so instead she did something completely out of character- she scooped up her pet and headed to class early. Transfiguration. At least it's a fun class, she mused to herself as she strolled lazily down the hall with her book in her arms and her cat following behind her lazily.


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.


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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Darting through the castle, a clump of naked first year boys before him, another clump of girls after him, Harvey could not help but think the year had started off fantastically.

They reached the gloomy Arietem portrait where Quinton waited with the password and mocking words for the kids. Inside Kat waited with more mockery and his clothes.

”Someone’s been working out. Come on. They’re waiting for us.”

Harvey blushed and pulled on his clothes. The changed he’d notice earlier in Kat was even more pronounced now.

It was a proven fact that Harvey Sparshott was horrible at reading people. He’d tried to hug friends, only to receive a hard punch in return, and could never, ever tell if girls were flirting with him or just being nice. But he was sure now, that something was different with Kat, or at least, she was treating him differently.

Hostility and disdain created a distance around her, kept everyone, even those people who called her friend, a step away. Despite their long friendship, Harvey had been effected by that too, keeping her at an emotional distance, even if he didn’t understand why. But whatever barrier had been between them wasn’t there anymore, and as she laughed, tugging his arm along the hallways to meet the other seventh years, she looked different to him.

She looked almost as she had as a child, a little girl who had suffered so many formal occasions with him, who first pulled him away from those stuffy parties to sneak bottles of expensive liquor away from the adults.

Harvey was a cheap drunk, having significantly less than the others, he still managing to make a fool of himself. He danced with everyone, ran back into the water for quite a long time, then finally sat on the beach next to the others who’d become too drunk to stand.

As the evening went on things slowed down, and like all good parties, it ended with an air of fatigue. They had overindulged and overspent their energy, but were able to stagger back into the castle before things became too morose.

Kat leaned heavily on him on the way back to the dorms, so heavily, in fact, that he was afraid he might have to scoop her up at any moment. He was mostly afraid that in his current state he’d bump her head on a wall or slip going down a staircase and drop her, but thankfully they made it all the way to the Arietem dorms with everyone on their feet.

“D-don’t ever change... mmm...mmkay?” She pressed her hand against his face, harder than she’d probably intended, smooshing his cheek and mouth.

He was about to say goodbye when Quinton tugged him toward the boy’s dorm, nearly yanking him off his feet.

Most of his bed was taken up by Paris. The huge cat stretched out, leaving Harvey only a sliver of mattress. He collapsed onto it, still wearing wet, sandy clothes.

The sour task in his mouth woke him, the sun already so high in the sky that Paris had left the bed to chase it from windowsill to windowsill through the common room. Harvey still clung to the edge of the bed and was badly cramped from the posture.

After a minute of stretching and itching (the sand had badly irritated his skin in the night) he realized he was the only person left in the dorms. Judging by the sunlight, he’d missed first period, maybe second. His dorm mates had long since learned not to bother waking him if he slept through class.

He stumbled to the shower, washing off the residue of the night before, grinning at his memories of the evening. As the hot water ran his grin faded. That night, the chance to have more like it, was yet another addition on the list of things he would miss. Sure, he would always have his friends, but when they left Grex it wouldn’t be the same.

Everyone would move on, go to other school like Quinton, find jobs, and Harvey would do what? Keep getting drunk on beaches? Find some job even more dull than school? Beg money from his parents?

He shut of the water and walked back to the bedroom.

The sight of his dufflebag propped up against the bed cheered him. It was, green, ugly, and full of holes. The name ‘Sparshott’ was stitched on a patch along the side.

In last night’s excitement he’d not been able to indulge in his usual unpacking ritual. He twitched his wand and the strings pulled open, revealing a cavernous storage space, at least three times larger than the outside of the bag. An old fashioned record player flew out and landed softly on the table beside Harvey’s bed.

Harvey was quite proud at how good he was an non-verbal spell casting. And he hadn’t learned it from a class or a teacher. In his fourth year he got tired of mumbling spells like and idiot, chanting along with the class. He found a couple of books in the library on non-verbal spell casting and had figured it out in just one night.

That was the kind of magic he liked, the stuff that came easily, without having to slave over books and cauldrons for hours on end.

When his sister, who had still been at Grex at the time, heard about it she was ecstatic. She thought it might mean he had finally dedicated himself to his studies. When it became obvious he only intended to use his new talent to try even less in class, flicking his wand absently at his targets, not bothering to master any spells, she returned to her usual habit of acting very disappointed in him.

Harvey reached in the bag and pulled out an old record, not willing to trust such a prize possession to his imprecise magic. It was an original LP of the White Album. It and the dufflebag had belonged to his uncle Greg. He placed it on the record player and thought about the first time he’d listened to it with his uncle.

Greg had been a Mar, a person born into a wizarding family who was unable to perform magic. At eighteen he signed up for the military and was sent overseas. His brother, Harvey’s father, had enchanted the bag for him, the only magical object Greg had in a very un-magical world.

He placed the record on the player and set the needle in the grove. It was the only way to listen to music at Grex, aside from summoning a personal magical band, and Harvey didn’t feel like learning how to do that.

Stretching back out on the materice, he decided to listen to the whole album and wait until dinner to leave the dorm.


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."

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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.


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.

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While everyone else slept, Fiona dressed and left the dorm. The still empty common room was filled with the warm, sleepy light of dawn. Clouds of dust floated in the light, making the whole place look like a faded photograph of some time long ago.

Fiona had spent many happy hours in that common room, curled up in the puffy chairs, hard at work at the study tables, lounging around in front of the fire. She told herself that if she simply did these things again, swallowed her anxiety and put herself in the middle of her friends, she would feel happy again.

But even as she thought that she rushed out of the room and to the dining hall. At a nearly empty table, save a few over eager first years, she downed a quick meal. She gave the first years a supportive thumbs up and walked to class before the rush of breakfast made its way to the hall.

She took a seat in the first row, not exactly uncommon for her, and took out her textbook, paper, and a quill, ready to start the year.


Anneliese made her way up to the dorm tower and found her room. Her cumbersome bags were dropped clumsily on the bed. With a sigh, she stared at the luggage, dreaded the task of unpacking. But, it must be done. She spent a good two hours unpacking and organizing all her clothes and belongings. She ended with setting a photographed picture of six year old her with her parents on her nightstand. She stared at it for a moment, reminiscing. Those were much simpler times.

Anne spent another half hour reading a book, as she wasn't yet sleepy. It might have been the excitement of coming back to the academy. Finally, when her eyes started to droop, she turned off the lights and got into bed. "Goodnight Cally," she whispered as she stroked his head. Then she fell asleep. It was good to be back.

The annoying blare of her alarm clock woke Anneliese from her deep slumber. She squirmed under the covers, and sighed. Slowly, she reached a hand out and tapped her nightstand until she hit the snooze button on the clock, which took a few tries. Satisfied by the silence, she tried to fall back asleep. But someone wouldn't have it. Callidus landed on her bed frame and started squeaking really loud. Anne groaned and reached out to shut him up. After some more incessant noise from the pale bird, she gave up. Sitting up in bed, she unsuccessfully tried rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She checked the time and ran a hand through her bedraggled hair.

Anneliese eyed the floor as she slid out of bed and tentatively set her feet down. The floor was very cold, and the morning air chilled the room. As quickly as she could, she darted into the bathroom, and quickly turned on the water. Then she did her daily routine; she brushed her teeth and took a scalding hot shower. They say hot water isn't good for your skin, but Anne preferred her showers really hot. By the time she got out, fog covered the windows and most curled around the room. She got dressed and ran a comb through her hair before leaving her chambers.

Anne was hurrying down the stairs, headed towards the common room. Cally trailed behind her, gliding down gently. When she got their, Ivan was the only one in there eating breakfast. "Morning Ivan," she greeted with a smile. She grabbed a granola bar and an apple to eat. It wasn't much, but then again, she wasn't that hungry. Unwrapping the bar, she took a bite, and headed towards her first class. She would've stayed to chat a little longer, but she didn't want to be late to her first class of the year.

Anne reached the classroom and walked in. Her sapphire eyes scanned the room to see who was already there. Near the back, she saw some people she was familiar with, and one she had never seen before. He was a pale boy with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes. He certainly didn't look like a first year to her. All the same, he seemed nice, and what better way to start off the new school year with a new friend? Callidus flew into the room and perched on her shoulder, ruffling his feathers as if already bored with the class. She walked up to the empty seat in front of the new boy, and pointed at it. "Mind if I sit here?" she inquired with a soft smile.

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Kat wasn't surprised at all to see all the little fifth and sixth years rushing into the door when she got onto hall that would lead to her classroom. As she came in, she noticed a couple girls waving over and gushing over the new boy. Her dark hues scanned him over once, then glanced to the girl in her own house who's bird came flying in from God-knows-where to perch on the girl's shoulder. "If that bird shits on that half-blood just once, it will have made coming to class worth it," she commented to one of the twins who had just come up beside her. The two smirked and took their places in the middle of the room. Kat enjoyed watching the teacher up close. Some of her professors were actually pretty attractive- for those, she liked to sit close to the front of the room.

Kat coolly crossed her legs and relaxed in her chair, ignoring Rae and the new boy who was attracting a bunch of attention. She tried her best to ignore the conversation about a toad- as it was boring and uninteresting. Instead, she turned her attention to one of the twins. "You owe me a new sweater, by the way," she said calmly, "You vomited on mine last night." She grinned, and the twins laughed- but promised to buy her a new one. This was nice. If she could get over the fact that she was back in this hellhole another year, she might actually be able to enjoy herself.

A first year made the mistake of trying to sit in front of her. "Excuse you, mudblood, I don't need your head blocking my view of the board," Kat snapped. The twins snickered at her sides as the first year blushed and picked up her things- moving them a few seats down. As if on cue, her new little pet- a blonde first year girl- came into the classroom. "Nessie," Kat called. It might have sounded like a call from a loving big sister, had it come from anyone else. Coming from Kat, it sounded more like a sadistic purr, as though she were pulling strings to make the girl move. "Sit here, love," she chirped, tapping the seat in front of her with her foot. "So we can look out for you." The blonde, Vanessa (aka-Nessie), shyly walked over and placed her books down on the table in front of Kat. She had been one of the few who were forced to run naked back to the dorm last night. "Sleep well?"

The professor walked in, and Kat grinned broadly. "We'll chat later, little dove," Kat whispered as she sat back in her chair, watching the professor set up their things on the desk at the front of the room. Glancing around the room, Kat took note of those present- only really looking for people that were purebloods or in her house. After her second glance through the front of the room, she noticed Harvey wasn't among the students. What a lightweight. Is he really that hung over? She glanced to the front of the room, noticing a blonde girl who had perched herself in the very front row. Another half-blood. By the Gods. They'll let anyone into this school now-a-days... Annoyed with the lack of witchblood in the room, Kat opened her book and commenced doodling across the margins. If she was lucky- the class would be over quickly.


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.


"Rae, you'd tell me that Hitler and Voldemort had some good in them, if asked," Ronnie responds, but she smiles affectionately at Rae, whom she views as a younger sister of sorts- one she never had, being an only child.

As soon as Lucius and his brood entered the room, Veronica's eyes narrowed slightly. If she were a cat, the girl's hair would probably be standing on edge and she would have hissed, no doubt about that. The pureblood supremacists of this school are all rotten scum to her, but none so personify this hateful bigotry so much as Lucius Todd. She had heard of a death eater in the war against Voldemort named Lucius- it wouldn't surprise her if he was the foul Arietem boy's namesake. It would suit him well enough. She has no doubt that the boy would kill every muggleborn, or worse, if he had the choice- and the scheming look in his eye hints that he's trying to gain enough power to hold say over that. Looking at him doesn't give her chills- it just makes her feel like something slimy and stinky just slunk by. And as far as she's concerned, it did. Overhearing his comment about her scent, her blood boils. Unlike Rae, she isn't as kind towards those that insult her.

"They would know, wouldn't they Todd- having their noses so far up your boney ass," Ronnie retorts, giving him a dirty look just before the instructor enters and quickly makes it clear how this class will be going for the rest of the year. The fact that toad boy had laughed, even awkwardly, at their pitiful remark irritates her slightly, but she dismisses it on the fact that he's new here. Still, there must have been these sorts at Hogwarts as well, right? She overhears Rae's whisper and twists to face her, "Definitely not. Are we short on staff? Budget cuts?" Before the conversation can be continued, the teacher instructs them to push the desks against the wall. She likes him already.

Ronnie moves her desk to the edge of the wall along with everybody else and then returns to be standing by Rae. Hearing her reassurances to Cassius, the blonde girl frowns. "Sugarcoating it a bit, aren't you, Rae?" she whispers so that only her friend beside her can hear. "Let's just hope that the year goes without necessitating a few. . .revenges," Ronnie adds, but a grin makes it clear that she is hoping quite the opposite. It simply isn't a year here, not really, without messing with a few of Lucius and Katarina's brood.

Now focused more on the instructor, Veronica pulls out her wand -12" mahogany with a dragonstring core. She loves it dearly, and has since it first chose her, for that is how things go after all, at the American equivalent of Olivander's. It's flexible, loyal, and can work very well for transfiguration. By her second year, Veronica had named her wand: Gordon. The name may or may not have derived from Babs Gordon, and by some extension Police Commissioner Gordon, but she doesn't openly advertise the fact hat she named the wand.

#, as written by Ankti
Fiona Brand

At the front of the class, Fiona was not noticed by most of her friends. Before their eyes fell on her, they would fall on someone closer to the door, missing her completely.

This did not last forever. Some of her Ferre friends finally noticed her, making fun of how she’d pulled out paper and quill before they even figured out which class they’d been sitting through.

“I can’t remember a thing if I don’t write it down,” she said.

They fell into a casual conversation as the room filled. Fiona spat out responses robotically, filling in the conversational gaps as they arose, but not really hearing or listening to her friends. Her disinterest did not show on the outside, she seemed to anyone looking, to be the same old Fiona, just chatting away.

The word mudblood pulled her away, and she focused her attention for the first time since people started filling in the room.

"I don't need your head blocking my view of the board," West. Ugh.

The poor first year almost spilled her bag on the ground in her hurry to move. The small red head was one of Fiona’s first year Ferre.

“Sit here,” Fiona called, pointing to the desk right behind her, smiling then casting a scowl at West.

She wanted to use her authority as a prefect to reprimand West, but West was a seventh year, and a spoiled rich kid. It was better to let it alone.

“Arietem house is mostly full of jerks,” she said to the first year, “Everyone hates them.”

The little girl blushed again.

As if proof of her point, another Arietem jerk, Lucius Todd, sat down only a few seats from her along with his cronies.

The moment the professor strode into the room all chatter stopped. He was a tall man, and though he wasn’t burley, there was a strength to him. He held himself with a confidence that was hard to ignore.

Fiona sighed and felt a acidic pang of anxiety in her stomach when he ordered the desks aside. She’d been hoping for a simple lesson to start the year. Some theory, maybe a discussion, not any practical spell work that demanded and on the spot performance.


"Don't let him know you're muggle-born, okay?" the girl beside him had said. He hated the word muggle, it just caused trouble. It was in part to the use of muggle and mudblood that Cassius was so withdrawn in the wizarding world, just hearing it made him feel uncomfortable. Why wizards cared so much about blood always confused him, he could work as hard as he liked but still wouldn't be good enough. He knew as much about magic as anyone (except the practicalities that often escaped him) but it didn't matter to them.

'Wait...' Cassius thought, 'How did she know my parents aren't magical? Has everyone already started talking about me? The young wizard started fidgeting with his hands by his stomach and shot his eyes to his feet, baring his teeth anxiously. He flicked his eyes between the standing students to see if any were talking about him or laughing, fortunately they were not. The two next to him were whispering about something, but the blonde girl was grinning and occasionally glanced at one of the other boys, so Cassius ruled himself out of that one.

In his first few years at Hogwarts, Cassius had considered not telling anyone about his parents, 'Tell everyone they are wizards and no one will wonder anything,' he had thought, afterall, he was clever enough to appear to have a magical background at school. He had scrapped the idea almost immediately, however, because he felt like he was betraying them by pretending they were something they were not, he certainly wasn't ashamed of his parents and shouldn't lie. It seemed however, that at Magnus he had no choice in the matter, word had seemingly already gotten around.

'Maybe it isn't all bad though, the girls seem friendly.' They obviously didn't care about his blood, or were doing an excellent job at hiding it. Breathing in slightly Cassius summoned what courage he could get and whispered quietly to the girl who had returned Odin, "My name is Cassius by the way."

She had clearly heard about him before, as she knew about his parents, but Cassius had no idea if she knew his name. Not that it mattered; it was the act of introducing himself that sped his heart, dampened his palms and curled his lips into a small, proud smile.


She hurried through the hallways, once she finally reached class she hurried inside. She crossed her fingers in hoping the professor wasn't there but as soon as she entered she saw a professor already introducing himself to class. "Move the desks against both of the walls.." he said, Samantha was somewhat grateful everyone was standing up to move their desk and hoped the professor wouldn't quite notice her tardiness. She helped an underclassmen with her desk and smiled at the young girl, she seemed like an Arietem from Sam was standing. Sam then noticed Rae was sitting down with a new student and Veronica, she noticed that the frog was now on the new student's hand and smile knowing that Rae would make sure to find the owner.

Finally, Sam looked for Anna and Sebastian to join them, but before doing so she headed towards Rae where she smiled and waved her, finally when she was close enough she whispered "good morning!" hoping her friend could understand what she had said.