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Bodhi Volkov

"One must be cunning and wicked in this world."

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a character in “The Orion Affair”, as played by insouciance

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[ Rebellion (Lies) | Arcade Fire || Nowhere Man | The Beatles || Bad Kids | Lady GaGa. ]




one must be cunning and wicked in this world.
[ leo tolstoy ]



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FULL NAME
Bodhi Maksim Volkov.
[boh-dee]

NICKNAME/S
Bo || used only by his mother.

AGE
Seventeen || 7th November.

SCHOOL YEAR
6th.

HOUSE
Draconis.

BLOOD STATUS
Pureblood.

NATIONALITY
Russian of Japanese descent.

SEXUALITY
Demisexual || Biromantic.

DIALOGUE COLOUR
Dialogue: #4B758C || Thoughts: #344B56




behind every smile there is a cunning face.
[ r. gayan priyankara ]

















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FAMILIAR
Astryd || Screech Owl.
'divine strength'

WAND
11" hawthorne wood, doxy wing core, sturdy.
[ a stubborn wand, harnessing incredible abilities within the dark arts ]

PATRONUS
Owl || Astryd has been in the Volkov family for years and Bodhi grew up with the proud screech owl. Due to this, the two have formed an extraordinarily strong bond and as Bodhi adores Astryd so very much, when he was finally able to cast his patronus, he found that it had become almost a complete copy of his familiar.

EXTRA-CURRICULAR
Potions club || While Bodhi may not be a big fan of the potions teacher [teachers should be strict and stern in his eyes], there's no denying that he's a natural when it comes to potion making. Due to his perceptive eyes and steady hand Bodhi knows exactly the amount of ingredients certain potions need and can easily tell if they're about to go wrong.
Fox club || Without Bodhi's extraordinary talent for potions, Professor Fox [the Fox club leader] may never have noticed the slightly withdrawn boy. However, the Professor learnt of his talent through potions teacher Professor Nathan, who mentioned in passing how great Bodhi could be if he would only stop 'trying to be someone he's not' and fighting against people who try to help him. Of course Professor Fox then had to add this peculiar student to his collection of bright witches and wizards.




i should no longer define myself as the son of a father who couldn’t or hasn’t or wouldn’t or wasn’t.
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PERSONALITY
[ misunderstood, bitter, intelligent, cunning, meticulous, good ]

Bodhi has an incredibly conflicting personality. While he knows that he must follow in his fathers footsteps and become the coldhearted dark wizard that Ruslan is, deep down Bodhi longs for nothing more than to break away from his overbearing family and finally become the person that he wants to be, instead of being forced into a mould that he simply does not fit, by his father.

Years after years of training as his fathers protégé has turned what was good in Bodhi, towards darkness. He's learnt to become cunning and vicious - Making him likely to lash out at people who he disapproves of [i.e. Muggle born Witches & Wizards]. And due to him being forced to become this cruel, elitist wizard that he would never have become organically - Bodhi has turned bitter. He has had no one with whom to speak about his languish, and so kept all this emotion balled up inside him, only letting it out when he lashes out at others.

Bodhi needs and craves authority, which is partially why he excels so much in schoolwork. Never being given his own voice at home has taken its toll on the young man, and now Bodhi doesn't even recognise himself anymore. No longer the kind, thoughtful - if slightly reserved - child that he used to be, Bodhi has become lost without his fathers 'guidance' and rules.

Despite the bitter darkness Bodhi may exude, he isn't and never will be completely bad. No matter how hard his father may try, Bodhi will always remain good at heart. While many will just take him at face value, brushing Bodhi off as 'another bad Wizard from Draconis', destined for nothing more than a life sentence in Azkaban, hopefully a few patient and diligent Witches and Wizards will begin to see that what lies inside Bodhi is actually a good, if slightly broken, heart.





all cruelty springs from weakness.
[ seneca ]




































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LIKES
✤ Potions ✤ Rainstorms ✤ Wrock [ Wizard Rock ] ✤ School ✤ Being In Draconis ✤ Quiet ✤ Quidditch [ Watching, Not Playing ] ✤ Winning ✤ Loyalty ✤ His Mother & Sister ✤

DISLIKES
✤ Muggle Studies ✤ Being Put On The Spot ✤ Muggle Born Witches And Wizards ✤ Home ✤ Being Mocked ✤ Ruslan Volkov [ His Father ] ✤ Loud Noises ✤ People That Are Too Cheerful & Happy ✤

QUIRKS | HABITS
✤ Cracks His Knuckles When Nervous ✤ Bites His Lip Lightly When Lying ✤ Whistles To Himself When Walking Alone ✤ Cracks His Neck When Tired/Stressed ✤ Taps His Fingers Against The Table When Waiting For Something ✤

TALENTS | STRENGTHS
Potions || As mentioned earlier, Bodhi has a natural knack for all things potion making. He's top of the class.
Leading || When Bodhi is away from home and therefore away from his father, he becomes much more charismatic and can be quite intimidating, using the same tactics his father does to intimidate him, Bodhi can easily get people to follow him.
Arguing || You do not want to come up against Bodhi in a debate because he will break you. He will get into your head and psychologically break you down until you're a sobbing mess on the floor.
Lying || Playing up to the stereotype that everyone in Draconis is cunning, slippery liars, Bodhi has found that due to his charm and charisma, he is quite easily able to lie about pretty much anything and get away with it - At school. At home is a very different story and Bodhi wouldn't even dream of trying to lie to his father or uncles, the Volkov brothers can smell a rat a mile off.

FLAWS | WEAKNESSES
Herbology || One of the only subjects Bodhi doesn't actually excel at, and it annoys him to no end. However, instead of just admitting that maybe, it's just not his thing, Bodhi acts as though the class is beneath him - acting as if he can't be bothered to even try in class and so that's why he's failing.
Romance || Bodhi may occasionally be charming but that doesn't mean he can flirt in the slightest. Flirting confuses and slightly scares Bodhi, and chances are if you flirt with him, he won't realise anyway.
Intimidating || Even when he doesn't mean to be Bodhi can be unintentionally frightening. Perhaps it's his moody resting face or the fact that he's a Volkov and could set his whole unforgivable curse using, dark mark stained family on his enemies.
Sore Loser || Bodhi loves winning, probably because he's never allowed to at home or risks the chance of being attacked by one of his own family members. It's also why he loves to watch Quidditch so much - despite being not a very good player - Bodhi loves the rush you get from winning.

FEARS
His Father | An understandable fear, considering his father is a thug. But it goes much further than just being afraid of what his father does. Bodhi's also afraid he's going to end up like him, which is something he never wants to happen, despite his father being adamant on adopting him into the family business.
Never Becoming His Own Person | Despite not wanting to disappoint his father, Bodhi doesn't want to follow in his footsteps. He wants to finally be able to be himself but so long as he shares the Volkov name, that will never happen.




memories demand attention, and these memories will have teeth.
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FAMILY
Ruslan Volkov || Father || Fifty || Wizard || Living.
Ren Volkov || Mother || Forty-One || Witch || Living.
Miki Volkov || Sister || Fifteen || Squib || Living.

The Volkov's are in infamous family, known for their frequent utilisation of unforgivable curses and ties within the dwindling Death Eater community. Lead by the trio of eldest brothers - Ruslan, Vadik and Kazimir, the Volkov brothers are viewed as some of the most merciless, unemotional, dark wizards of their time. Rumours have surfaced claiming the family has strong connections within the Russian Mafia, and even that Vladimir Volkov [A distant relation of Bodhi's], started the Russian Mafia in the 1700s. The majority of Volkov's attended school at the Durmstrang Institute, a school that does not admit muggle-borns. Ruslan Volkov is one of the first members to ever marry outside of the family [many cousins/second-cousins marry to keep the bloodline 'pure']. Multiple Volkov's escaped Azkaban along with other Death Eaters to join Voldemort in the Second Wizarding War.

HISTORY
Ruslan Volkov was always meant to marry his cousin, Anastasia Volkov; the pair had been engaged since infancy. However, when Ruslan met Ren, he fell deeply in love. So in love that he broke off his engagement - much to his family's horror - and proposed to Ren. Of course, she was hesitant at first, knowing all the stories about the Volkov's. There wasn't anyone in Russia that didn't know the stories. But eventually, Ren gave into her emotions, she too had fallen head over heels for Ruslan. Ren was the one person who could make Ruslan smile, she brought out emotions in him that weren't anger or frustration but quite the opposite - she brought him joy. Something that people believed a Volkov could never feel.

Ren become Mrs. Volkov within the year and she was seemingly happy, despite often being given the cold shoulder by her new in-laws, especially from Anastasia. That all changed when she became pregnant though. Despite the Volkov's not warming up to this intruder into their tight-knit family, they could never shun a new Volkov. And soon baby Bodhi was born, a cause of celebration within the family as they hadn't been blessed with a baby boy for quite some time.

Growing up in a household surrounded by dark magic and brutality definitely took its toll on young Bodhi. While as a child he may of had his mother to dote on him and show him the affection his father never could, as Bodhi grew up, he was forced away from the loving arms of his mother and into the 'family business'. Life got especially tough when Miki, his baby sister, was born - A squib in the Volkov family, that was unheard of. The Volkov's were not only some of the darkest wizards and witches, but also some of the most talented and so to have a squib in the family was look on as a disgrace. Many Volkov's blamed it on Ruslan marrying outside the family and therefore messing with the gene pool.

Everyone expected Bodhi to attend the Durmstrang Institute but Ren refused to send her son to a school with such a dark reputation. Of course, it wasn't the first time a Volkov went to another school, but that doesn't mean it wasn't a rarity. Had Bodhi ended up at Durmstrang, there's no doubt that he would have come out exactly like his father and uncles - at least at Orion he stands a chance of becoming his own person. Despite him being sorted into Draconis, which was expected of a Volkov, Bodhi will always be thankful to his mother for not sending him away to Durmstrang.





man is the cruelest animal.
[ friedrich nietzsche ]



So begins...

Bodhi Volkov's Story

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Date: 1st September | Time: 6.00 pm | Location: Island Cove - Great Hall




Light ripples across the blue waters of the island’s cove, setting the waves aflame as the swells of water race towards the golden sands of the beach beyond. Half of the beach remains untouched, pristine stretches of sand racing down to meet the lapping salty waters. To the left, however, several small jetties have been constructed, floating on the waves and offering a safe docking space for the collection of magical ships arriving. The dock is only temporary, conjured up by staff for the arrival of the school’s students. Once the last has arrived the beach will be returned to its previous state, the swish of a wand deconstructing the floating pier in the blink of an eye.

For any muggles who catch sight of the yearly migration of ships, they might wonder where the sea faring vessels are going. The island is invisible to muggle eyes and technologies, blanketed by powerful spells that render it unmappable and undetectable. Yet, for those with magical blood running in their veins, they know exactly where the boats go and why. Above the beach, perched on the edge of the overhanging cliff, stands Orion Institute of Magic, a school dedicated to the education of young witches and wizards from around the globe. The castle gleams in the setting sun, appearing to sparkle as if its walls are littered with diamonds and crystals. The school’s flag flies from the Western tower, flapping in the sea breeze and proudly displayed the school’s crest – the Southern Cross constellation enclosed in a silver circle of vines with a pair of crossed wands beneath from which the words “To Learn Is the Highest Power” appear to be produced.

For the new students on the arriving boats, this is their first glimpse at their home for the next year, and an impression that will live on long after they have left the school. Awed gasps can be heard from some of those younger students, while the older students look on with smug expressions, their eyes already leaving the stunning castle above to scan the clear waters below. There, a dark smudge beneath the waves can be seen, flying through the water’s depths. There’s movement to the starboard side, barely caught by any who aren’t paying particular attention – just the flick of a tail and then calm again. A second later a shriek is heard from the front of the boat, small hands of the frightened first years pointing at the water monster emerging from the depths.

Long enough to wrap around the ship multiple times, the beast shares many similarities with dragons. Its skin is covered in glistening, dark multi-coloured scales, which seem to change shades as it swims from patches of sunlight to shadows cast by clouds high above. Above water the light also reveals the beautiful patterns engraved onto the beast’s scales. Sharp claws extend from its fore- and hind-legs, as long as many of the first years gapping in fear and astonishment on board the vessels are tall. Large, intelligent eyes blink up at the boat, its mouth opening to reveal rows of deadly teeth as it belches out a shriek. Spines stand to attention along its back, following the movement of its body as it slides through the water towards the boat. Just before the beast reaches the ship it picks up speed, causing more than a few of the new students to stumble backwards in fear as if it were about to smash into the ship's side. Then, to a series of gasps and startled shouts, it leaps from the waters, arching itself up and above the boat, the length of its body curving over the deck, before splashing back beneath the waves on the other side. From there it disappears down, a series of loud cheers and clapping erupting from the older students for its show.

On board the boats the knees of the first years shake, their eyes wide as they attempt to come to terms with what they’ve just seen.

“It’s a dragon… a- a-… a water dragon.” One mutters in bewilderment, no doubt questioning why a school would keep such a beast so close.

“No, it’s a Taniwha.” Another replies, possibly a resident of the neighbouring Island chain of New Zealand, from where the magical monsters originate.

The returning students grin on, confident in their knowledge that the cove’s Taniwha acts as guardian and protector of the school, and perhaps remembering their own first sighting of the beast. Many believe that the Taniwha’s appearance at the start of every year is his idea of a joke, a playful way to welcome the new students to Orion. For the rest of the year he – fondly nicknamed Moe because his full name is hard for many to pronounce – remains largely out of sight, apart from the odd glimpse of a tail or leg slipping beneath the waters.

Needless to say, once the shock wears off the new students and an older student has explained the situation, there’s no stopping the excited chatter. Yet, there is much more to see, and before long the students have left the boats. Carriages pulled by invisible steeds carry students up the winding path to the castle, while the first years are treated to flying hippogriff pulled carriages which zoom around the golden castle at an astonishing pace.

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Just as the sun finally sets, the first years are set down and ushered into the grand hall. There wonder again sets in and necks crane up to inspect the charmed ceiling above. At first glance one might simply assume that the night sky outside has been reflected in the high ceiling of the hall, yet a second glance will show you there’s much, much more to behold, for the ceiling is alive with moving constellations. The crab of cancer scuttles behind the harp constellation of Lyra just as the dragon which gives house Draconis its name glides by. A school of sparkling stars in the shape of fish glimmer in and out of view as they pass swim around the figure of Hercules. Most stars can be seen in the ceiling at at least one time in the year as the ceiling seems to shift hemispheres on a whim. However, of all the constellations, only one is notably absent, both in the ceiling above and in the night sky, Orion the Hunter.

Yet, none of the students can be faulted for not reflecting on the constellation's absence at this moment. For, of equal interest to many is the large array of food spread across the four house tables, waiting to be devoured by the hungry witches and wizards. The feast is always a highlight, and every year the kitchen elves go to great lengths to provide a truly remarkable meal. Everything from roasted vegetables, chicken drumsticks, and mouth-watering burgers to creamy puff pastries, raspberries cakes, and lemon tarts stand ready on the tables. The only thing keeping the students from reaching out and starting their meal is the watchful eye of the school’s headmistress and her accompanying teachers. They sit at the head of the hall, patiently waiting for the first years to file in so that they may be sorted. Only then will a short welcoming speech be given before permission to eat is granted.

The sorting, thankfully, does not take an extraneous amount of time. An old hat is brought out, baring a striking resemblance to the sorting hat used by Hogwarts School. And in fact Orion’s was modelled on Hogwarts’ sorting hat many years ago. However, since its creation the hat has picked up several habits, such as dropping the occasional swear word into its yearly song and insisting on being addressed as ‘Daisy’. No amount of magic or persuading can get it to stop swearing, and the students have come to be fond of this little quirk. Daisy usually receives a raucous applause after any song particularly heavy in unsavoury language. Applause too is given as the new students are sorted into one of the four houses, older students clapping them on the backs and cheering as they move to join their tables. Then, after ‘Robert Zueqo’ is sorted into Draconis, the hat is removed and Headmistress Syborn stands.

A hush descends on the hall as the witch gazes out, her smile warm as she addresses the pupils, “To our newest arrivals, welcome to Orion, and to our returning students, welcome back.” Her voice carries across the hall, while her eyes dance from face to face. “I can see that many of you are already eyeing the lemon tarts, and I will not be the reason to prolong your wait.” A cheer goes up from some of the students, the hungriest no doubt, and Headmistress Sybron waits patiently for the noise to die down before she continues, “However, I would first like to remind all students and inform our new pupils, that unsupervised magic is prohibited, while the forest and beach are out of bounds unless accompanied by a teacher. Professor Savea informs me that the island’s local unicorn herd has several new additions and asks that anyone who happens to come across them, to please be respectful and give the young foals space.” Syborn pauses, her eyes gazing around at individual faces as she lets her message sink in, when she is sure that it had she smiles and raises her hands, “Alright, you may begin.”

That announcement receives a loud cheer, one that becomes progressively quieter as the students pounce on the food. And this is where we start out story, sitting among friends and filling out bellies.

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Galina is already on her third slice of apple pie when she begins feeling rather stuffed. The truth was, the young witch had already eaten with her family before arriving at Orion. Such yearly meal was one of the few in which she gets to see her entire family gathered at once, since it was her last meal before she saw them again on the holidays. This year, as with all the ones after she had found out about her arranged marriage, there was a lot tension in the air. Her parents reasoning was most outdated and extremely old fashioned, which is why Galina could not understand their mindset on such a ridiculous arrangement being the twenty first century. Despite her parents were hardly blood supremacists, they were determined to maintain tradition and intended both of their children to marry another pureblood. They had already gotten away with it with Galina’s brother, Miguel, and saw no reason why not to do the same with their daughter. Of course, it was different for her older sibling, as their parents had before him, Miguel was able to marry someone he was already in love with.

One can only imagine the girl's shock when her parents had finally decided it was time to tell her she was to marry Bodhi Volkov, the very same she had once held in high regard and considered a close friend when they were children. For he wasn't always as hateful as he is now, yet Galina is now truly convinced he is a lost cause. Her 'fiance' was the one who had gone and betrayed her trust when his personality changed for the worst, and she'd never forgive him for it. They currently despised each other guts, and Bodhi had no qualm in making fun of Galina for their arrangement. Indeed, Bodhi knew exactly what to say and what to do to, get the fiery girl to lose her temper. For the very same reason, Galina had hardly spoken with her parents. At least that was since their last heated argument in which she told them she’d rather drop dead than ever marrying someone she despised as much as she did Bodhi. Therefore, small talk was shared in between the meal, seeing as Galina could not bring herself to pretend she was okay, while at the same time was already far beyond tired of arguing with her parents. Without a doubt, such thoughts have a knack in stirring up the fiery girl, so instead she takes a pause to calm herself down before putting the half eaten pie back on her plate and instead limits herself to look for some friendly familiar faces.

It doesn't take her long to calm herself down, especially after she finds Rue on the Centaurus table. All anger is immediately washed away and replaced by a tremendous need to go and bear hug her sister under oath. After all, she had missed her best friend terribly even if it hadn't been that long since they had last talked. In addition to feeling a sense of bliss after seeing Rue, she couldn't help but to smile widely after seeing Will and Kirsten, both of them being friends close to the heart. The three of them were now seemed to be engaging in a conversation to which Galina simply smiles warmly. Without a doubt, Galina would seek out her friends after she had allowed them to catch up with each other. In the meantime, Galina shifts her gaze once more onto the Great Hall and before too long is finally able to spot Leo, sitting very far back on the Pegasi table.

She discretely gets out of her seat and without too much effort, stealthily approaches the Pegasi table. The young witch knows better than anyone exactly how easily distracted Leo is, and is not too worried about him spotting her first. After a few seconds of her quiet pursue, Galina is finally standing behind her dear friend with a devious smile immediately drawn upon her lips. She leans forward before she playfully pounces forward, poking his ribs and whispering near his ear.

"Boo!" Galina says near Leo's ear with expectant eyes, hoping to have given him a good scare.







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"Hello."

Bodhi had managed to get just about half way to the castle before he was pulled out of his daydreams by a little first year witch. Having chosen to board the boat containing mostly first years to avoid a run-in with Aidan or Mckenna, or just about anyone in the Phoenicis house, Bodhi thought he would be able to keep the new children at bay with his constant scowl and harsh tone. Unfortunately one curious soul found him more intriguing than she did frightening and so chose to approach him. Bodhi was not best pleased.

"What do you want?" Bodhi asks, his voice a growl and his eyes narrowed, hoping his icy exterior would make her go away. However the girl didn't seem to be phased by Bodhi's rudeness and continued on, her tone light, "You looked lonely." She says, her words were spoken so gently that it sounded as though she might have sung them. Bodhi pauses for a second, unsure of what to say. Indeed he often found himself feeling lonely, considering he had only a handful of friends and a bucketload of enemies, but it was not a sensation Bodhi minded. He quite enjoyed being isolated from the others, it gave him time to think and Bodhi had more disturbing thoughts than he knew what to do with.

Breaking the silence, the young witch continues on, assuming that Bodhi was just quiet. "I'm Lilliana," She tells him in that sing-song voice of hers, taking the seat next to Bodhi, "And I'm quite clearly a first year," Lilliana pauses to giggle, she must realise how young she looks then, Bodhi thinks. "I hope I'll be put into Centaurus." That piqued Bodhi's interest and caused him to think about Hana. Despite how little he wanted to think of the pretty witch from Centaurus. "Why would you want to be in a house of know-it-alls?" Bodhi quips, attempting to compensate for his fleeting tender thoughts with harsh judgements. Lilliana sighs, "You're from Draconis, I'm assuming," When Bodhi gives her a confused look, wondering how she could have known that while Lilliana continues on with, "I doubt anyone as judgemental as you could have been placed anywhere else."

Bodhi looks at Lilliana curiously with an eyebrow raised, "Now who's judging?" He retorts, leaning his head back to rest it on the side of the boat, pondering on when Moe would finally make his appearance. "Not judging, merely observing." The first year girl replies, copying Bodhi in resting her head back. "You'll make a fine Centaurus." Bodhi admits. Lilliana only smiles in response.

Finally it is time for Moe's grand display and Bodhi spots him even before the Taniwha leaves the water. Pointing out Moe's murky shadow to Lilliana, the little witch lets out a small gasp. Of horror or excitement Bodhi isn't sure. And instead of watching the sky to see Moe sail over a nearby boat in an impressive arch, Bodhi watches Lilliana and all the other first years' responses. Some burst into tears, others burst out in applause. Lilliana, however, only watches. Her expression that of wonder, her hands clasped firmly to her chest. She seemed so overjoyed, it almost makes Bodhi smile. Once Moe's extravagant greeting was over, Lilliana turns to Bodhi with a smile, "I've never seen a real Taniwha before." Bodhi nods, knowing only too well how memorable a child's first sighting of Moe can be. He himself had almost cried after his first sighting of Moe, not that Bodhi would ever admit to it if asked.

Bodhi and Lilliana's boat was the last to dock and while the two had only briefly spoken, they had managed to form an almost-friendship by the time they reached land. The last thing Lilliana ever said to Bodhi was, "Hopefully I'll see you around the library some time." And Bodhi was, again, reminded of what a great Centaurus she would be. Bodhi watched as she hurried off to join all the other first years, introducing herself to her new classmates and telling them all about her new, if slightly scary, sixth year friend she had just made. Making sure no one was looking at him, Bodhi allowed the corners of his eyes to crease and his lips to pull up into the first smile he'd had since he left for winter break.




Just as he had known she would be, Daisy shouted that Miss Lilliana Lavery would be placed into Centaurus house. A cheer went up as Lilliana found herself a seat at their table and despite her not being in Draconis, Bodhi clapped along. He doubted that they would ever cross paths again. She was with her kind of people now and Bodhi was with his, a friendship between them would be pointless. So he let himself cheer for her, as it was the last time he would ever be doing it.

Once the applause died down, and Daisy continued on swearing and sorting, Bodhi tuned out of the celebrating. Instead, Bodhi looked for his friends. Of course most were already surrounded by a cluster of people far closer to them than he; Bodhi wasn't feeling particularly sociable so he left it. There was always Godric, the one person so close to Bodhi he could easily call his brother, but even he seemed out of reach as he sat at the Phoenicis table, chatting with his other friends.

Lilliana was right, Bodhi did look, and feel, lonely. Where were his friends? Everyone seemed so far away. It were as though Bodhi wasn't even really there. He was present but distant. Kept in isolation from everything but his dark thoughts. And so Bodhi stayed and brooded over the injustice of his friendlessness, all the while knowing that it was his own malicious self that kept others away.

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Date: 2nd September | Time: 8.00 am | Location: Great Hall




The first full day of school dawns bright and early, sunlight seeping in through stain glass windows and falling on students eager to start the day ahead – or go back to sleep. Many enjoy their final hours of freedom before class begins, knowing that as soon as they sit down to learn, assignments and homework will mar their free time. As eight a.m. rolls around, most students can be found pulling themselves from bed and making their way to breakfast. Some eager – or unlucky – few have been up since the crack of dawn, the Phoenicis Quidditch team under the direction of their captain having woken before the sun in order to get a jump start on the other houses’ teams. Now, however the delicious smells of pancakes, bacon and eggs, porridge, and every other breakfast treat one could imagine seems to permeate the air. Any first year who has already forgotten the path from dorm room to Great Hall need only follow their nose.

The heavy double doors stand at the rear of the hall, directly opposite the teachers’ podium and bracketed by two large carvings – one a likeness of the Taniwha Moe, the other a carved map of the night sky with the cluster of stars known as matariki (the Pleiades) centre stage. On the wall either side of the doors hang the house banners, indicating which long table belongs to which house. To the far right upon entering one finds Centaurus, with Draconis right and centre. Pegasi house stands left and centre, with Phoenicis against the left wall. While the house segregation is strictly maintained during dinners, and in particular feasts such as the welcome back feast of the night before, breakfast and lunch are another story. Students are free to sit at other houses’ tables. One will commonly find most students grouped at their own house table, merely because this is typically where their close friends sit, but for those who wish to diversify their friend group, Orion allows for movement between the benches. It’s not uncommon to see Draconis sitting with Centaurus, or Pegasi beside Phoenicis. Students may roam where they please, though for the first day back it also pays to mind the Head of Houses.

The first day’s breakfast is when timetables are handed out by each house’s head. Most of the heads are able to recognise their house members, and for those who don’t and for the first years, the difference in colouring of their uniform offers a key clue. Centaurus students wear their clothing embossed with the mossy green and warm gold of their house. Draconis have a clear blue and dark bronze as decoration, while Pegasi have a softer lilac and silver combination. Students in Phoenicis house can be found with scarlet and black edgings to their uniform. Professor Dew, Head of Pegasi, can be seen gliding between the tables, stopping to hand out timetables to her students with a smile. She knows all by name and will often pause on her way to enquire after a student’s family or break. Her first years are welcomed with a calm smile and a note that if they have any problems, her door is always open. Centaurus’ head, Professor Favreau, looks as if he’s still half asleep. A piece of toast hangs from his mouth and when he finds a Centaurus student he can often be seen scratching his head as he searches through his collection of timetables. He too knows them all by name – or most of them at least - though he has been known to make up fond nicknames for his favourites. Across the hall Professor Maddox grins as he shares a joke with a Phoenicis student. He seems to view the handing out of class schedules as a competition with victory going to whoever can see all their students sorted the fastest, though he keeps getting distracted as he shares sarcastic banter with the louder members of his house. His attitude is perhaps the complete opposite of Draconis’ dignified head. Professor Jones of Draconis does not hurry, yet she is possibly the most efficient, handing out schedules with a nod of approval or a simple ’See me after breakfast to sort out this issue.’.

For the older students, their schedules are designed around the O.W.L. and N.E.W.T examinations they will be sitting at the end of the year. Some sixth years, having done terribly in one subject or another, are unable to meet requirements for their preferred topic and must pick another, while others sit tall with pride at having received near perfect marks (the majority of these seem to be found in house Centaurus). Other students are eager to look over their timetables and compare classes and schedules with friends, while others lament over a packed day and not enough free periods. Whatever your mood and wherever you find yourself sitting, there is sure to be much to discuss. The first day back is always exciting, and even the stars reflected in the enchanted ceiling above seem to be brimming with energy.

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feeling; fatigued // hungry
date; september 2nd // 8:00 am
location; draconis dormatories // the great hall
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Bodhi had been exhausted all day, his body still stuck on Russian time, so he had finished dinner swiftly and taken to his dorm. Sleeping right through until 2:30 am, when back at home it would have been 5:30 in the afternoon. There were many upsides to attending school far, far away from his overbearing family but the sleep deprivation was not one of them. Bodhi still felt exhausted after only 4 hours of sleep but could not seem to drift off once more. So he was forced to lay in silence, listening jealously as his dorm mates slept, until the sun began to rise.

It was at 5 am that Bodhi decided he could finally get up, pulling his mind from the dark thoughts of his fathers parting words, where he had instructed Bodhi on exactly how he should deal with those of a lower blood status in this coming year. Of course, it was no different from what he always said. When a professor is around Bodhi should simply ignore them, but when there isn't, it was his duty to let them know just how unwelcome and unwanted they were in the wizarding world. Whatever it took.

Bodhi's eyes drifted around the room, looking at all of his dorm mates still peacefully slumbering. He wondered about their families, were any of them ever taught that segregation was needed and discrimination was good. That people who were different shouldn't be valued with respect but put down simply because they didn't conform to the Volkovs' distorted view on what was normal?

No. Bodhi knew that his home life was quite special compared to others' and he was more than just jealous of them for it. They went back to warm jumpers and mulled wine over Winter Break while he went back to dark marks and spilled blood. But these were all thoughts Bodhi couldn't dwell on. He couldn't do anything about who he's related too and would never, ever turn his back on family. You could say some awful things about Bodhi but you could never doubt his loyalty.

Sitting up in his bed, Bodhi pulls the blue silk bedding that tangled itself around him in those short 4 hours of sleep off and stands. Noticing his dorm mates were still sleeping, despite the sun shining through the gaps in the curtains, projecting dappled light into the otherwise dim room, he makes sure to keep silent as he takes the folded uniform that sat on the large oak chest at the foot of his bed and walks into the adjoining bathroom.

Showered, dressed and feeling far more awake, Bodhi exits the Draconis dormitories, his long fingers grazing the stone dragon as he passes. Heading for the great hall Bodhi could smell the scent of bacon and pancakes and other delicious breakfast foods lingering in the air as the House Elves set up the morning meal. It was then that the hunger pangs kicked in; according to his watch, still set on Russian time, it was nearing 9:30 pm and he hadn't eaten all day.

After almost rushing to the Great Hall, Bodhi takes a seat at the Draconis table not bothering to look who he was sitting with but rather focusing purely on the food. Now typically Bodhi has a rather refined palate, but this morning [or this evening as it was for him] he found himself bordering on ravenous and couldn't help but pile a little bit of everything onto his plate. Despite his large meal, Bodhi still attempts to keep a little bit of his poise by eating at a normal pace with the proper cutlery even though all he really wanted to do was down the food all at once. He'd never felt such an urgency to eat before, Bodhi usually had such control over his body and always made sure to keep himself fit and healthy so Bodhi had never especially wanted for anything.

"Uhm, Bodhi?" It wasn't until Bodhi was approached that he paused to allow himself to digest the sudden influx of food. Turning his head to look at the witch from a year below seated next to him - another Draconis student, Bodhi noted, he recalled her name being along the lines of Daisy Parkinson or at least some kind of flowery sounding name. Noticing Bodhi's faint [and common] frown, the young witch takes it as an invitation to reintroduce herself. "I'm Dahlia, Dahlia Parkinson.. Remember?" Dahlia of course, Bodhi knew it was some kind of flower! Smirking in triumph, Dahlia again jumps to conclusions and assumes he remembers her, which he does not.

Maybe it was the plainness of the girls face, or perhaps the slightly squeaky tone to her voice that bored Bodhi incredibly he wasn't too sure, all Bodhi was certain of was that he wanted her to leave him alone. Dahlia didn't seem to get that from his unresponsiveness and continues on "So anyway, I tried to get in contact with you over Winter Break but you never replied?" She stops for a second, a sad look on her face, "Did I upset you? I'm really sorry if I did but I don't know wh-" Bodhi rolls his eyes before interrupting, "Dahlia please, of course you haven't upset me," Bodhi replies cooly, despite having no idea who the girl even was let alone if she had ever upset him, "I didn't reply because quite frankly, you bore me." Bodhi's smirk grows as Dahlia's face fell at those words, "You're the blandest person I think I've ever met and I'd much rather the company of a mudblood than have to listen to one more, unnecessary word come from your mouth." Watching as her eyes glistened as she attempted to keep in the tears, Bodhi makes a shooing motion with his hand and smiles as she scurries off.

Sure he had his inner conflicts but Bodhi could never deny that sometimes it felt so good to be bad.

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DATE: 1st September
TIME: 6.00 pm
LOCATION: Island Cove - Great Hall

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Hana gazed affectionately at the laden fork, or rather, at the delicious substance that sat, pierced by the piece of cutlery's pronged end. The pancake was, as always, cooked to perfection, its surface the most delicate shade, bordering between white and gold, and across its rolled surface, golden syrup was drizzled. A mouth-watering, sugary sweet elixir, its flavor perfectly complemented by the blueberries that nestled within the sliced, hollow cylinder. One of the blueberries stumbled from its perch, landing back on her plate. Without hesitation, the dark-haired witch picked up the little sphere, dragging it through a puddle of the thick molasses that had gathered at the edge of the ivory china, and popped it in her mouth, nibbling at the substance that remained on her fingers. She glanced up, meeting the gaze of another Centaurus, a fair girl with a shot of curly red locks, who stared at her with undisguised disgust. Hana removed the fingers from her lips, lowering them steadily with an embarrassed smile. She offered a small laugh, but the girl merely rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the boy beside her.

With a rise of the eyebrows, Hana shrugged off her concern, turning her attention back to the delicious breakfast before her. She moved to place the pancake in her mouth...

And, almost choked on the entire fork, as a girl bumped into her as she scurried towards a boy sitting beside Hana, not bothering to apologize. Hana looked curiously at her recognizing her from a couple of her classes. A Draconis, if she wasn't mistaken. Diane, was it? Daphne? "Dahlia." The name settled on her tongue, and her mind flooded with recognition. The girl in question turned at the sound of her name, frowning at Hana as though trying to place her. "Do I know you?" Hana's tongue prodded at her cheek, mildly peeved. "Uh... Yeah. It's Hana, remember? From potions?" Dahlia looked blank. "Care of Magical Creatures?" More blank. "History of Magic?" Dahlia shrugged, and sniffed, and Hana noticed the redness of her eyes. "Hey... are you okay? What happened?" Dahlia scoffed, although her eyes betrayed her hurt. With a swerve of her head, she gestured towards the Draconis table. "Ask that jerk." Her attention slid off Hana, and she began muttering angrily to herself, "Bland? Me? I bore him?!" Hana followed the girl's gaze, and her eyes fell upon a smirking boy with raven hair and an air of arrogance. Bodhi Volkov.

Why am I not surprised?

Hana heard a sniffling behind her, and saw that Dahlia was in tears again. "Rather have the company of a mudblood?" Hana resisted flinching at the slang, "What sort of a guy says that? And to me?" At a loss of what to do, Hana offered her her plate, "Uh... pancake?" Through her tears, the girl looked disgusted. "Don't you know how many carbs are in that?" Hana stared at the gooey mess with a frown, and placed it hurriedly back on the table. "Ah.. right. Look, I'll just talk to him. I'm sure he didn't mean what he said..." Hana had always been a crap liar, and this time was no exception, but Dahlia nodded slowly, plonking herself down in Hana's seat and drying her eyes on Hana's timetable. "Ah, that's my-" Dahlia sniffled, "Never mind."

With a twist in her gut, Hana bit her lip, before walking over to the Draconis table as confidently as possible. Which meant, not all that confidently. As she reached the back of Bodhi, she made a little ahem, rocking on her feet as she waited for him to notice her.

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Date: 26th September | Time: 10.00 am | Location: Mākutu Village




The first class of the year had been slow for most of Orion’s students, with everyone trying to ease their way back into the beat of school. The teachers, of course, had other ideas than to take it slow, and while some students moaned about the homework that was already being set, others looked forward to expanding their mind. Those who were still in holiday mode quickly settled in to the rhythm of class. That first class flowed into the second class, which then became the third, until a whole week had passed and to most students it felt like they had never left. That first week became two, and before anyone knew it almost a month had gone by since school started.

It’s now been three and a half weeks since the ships docked in the bay, and while many people in the northern hemisphere are pulling out the extra blankets, the southern half of the globe is happily in the midst of spring. Orion looks magnificent in any weather, but it practically glows in spring. Wild flowers sprout up around the edges of the forest, and more often than not bright coloured petals can be found decorating the waters of the magical waterfalls that send down buckets of liquid on unsuspecting students. The baby unicorns have been seen wobbling about the school lawn from the windows, while a pod of bottle-nose dolphins spent the last week playing with the taniwha, Moe, in the harbour.

Of course, none of that is quite as exciting as the prospect of the first trip to Mākutu, the magical village which shares the island with Orion. For those old enough to attend this trip was long awaited. Mākutu is always a treat, no matter how many times one has visited. Nestled on the other side of the island and only a short walk through the forest, it consists of a small collection of stores that sell everything from magical and muggle treats to spell books and novels. Most, if not all, of the stores can be found along the main thoroughfare, with the houses of the residents either occupying the upper storeys of the buildings or snuggled behind. In the centre of the town is a quaint square or cobblestones. A statue in the middle of the square depicts a tall, broad shoulder man of Polynesian descent with a wand in one hand and a magical compass in the other. As the plaque beneath his effigy read, the figure is the Mākutu, the wizard who found and settled the island centuries ago. His gaze fixes on some spot in the distance, as if seeking out his next adventure.

For many, their sights are usually fixed on the Honey Pot, an adorable café by day, and quaint bar by night. It’s here you’ll usually find students and islanders alike taking shelter from the rain, or merely stopping by to try their island-famous honey mead. Praised as the nectar of the gods, or the lovers’ drink (usually only by those who have had several more than they should), it will warm your belly and soothe your worries. It should be noted that students are forbidden from consuming alcohol in the village, though light beverages like butterbeer are allowed to the older students. Thankfully, the Honey Pot offers delicious non-alcoholic alternatives for the younger students, and their hot chocolates are divine. Though, if you’re an inquisitive student or know the right people to ask, you might find your way to the outskirts of the village where the Rusty Ship Wreck stands. While it isn’t a ship, the dingy pub is rather rusty, and locals have taken to calling it ‘the Wreck’ for short. Here, if you’re discrete and don’t irk the owner, a student can purchase and enjoy almost any beverage he or she desires.

It is places like these that have the third years buzzing with excitement as they wait by the school’s main doors to be officially allowed out. It’s their first year being able to explore the town, and most have made sure that they’ll have the whole Saturday to do so, their eagerness seeing them rise early for breakfast when for most a Saturday normally calls for a lazy morning. The older students, most of whom find the pull of the town less consuming, are still all likely to indulge in a trip through the woods. Why not? It’s a chance to stretch your legs, stock up on unhealthy, sugared goods, and possibly share a virgin honey mead with your crush (legend has it sharing the drink brings a couple closer). So, though the third years jump in excitement, they aren’t the only ones waiting for Professor Li and Professor Patel to start ticking off names and allowing students to leave.

Permissions have to be checked, particularly for the third years, but eventually the students are allowed out, and in no time Orion’s pupils are streaming into the village. There is no uniform needed to be worn today, so many of the students wear their own clothes, of which vary between the mundane and decidedly muggle, to the odd and hilarious. No ignorant muggle would be able to walk through the village without stopping in their tracks to gawp at one student, at least. Thankfully, no muggle has ever stepped into the village in living record, which is reassuring for the islanders. Of course, had our protagonists known about the series of events that begin to unfold on this inauspicious day, perhaps they too would have wished never to step foot in Mākutu.