Hogwarts AU Roleplay Thread

[Nillin]

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The story so far: Right now students are aboard the Hogwarts Express.

[Sweet Angel Jocelyn]

The young woman walked onto the train, with no one there to send her off, and no one there for her to talk to. She was new, entering in her sixth year of school, and feeling like an utter freak. She had her long black and violet hair flowing loose down her back, her violet eyes looking around. She was still a bit weary, though everyone had told her that she would do fine. Hogwarts was a lot better than Durmstrang, and she needn't worry about the students treating her the same way as they did at the other school. Her God-Father had been sure to tell her everything that would happen, and at first, it sounded like her former school, then he told her about how every house was like a family, and that was the bit of information that blew it all away.

Being one of the first people on the train, she was able to find a compartment of her own, which was what she had been hoping for. She had made sure to wear muggle jeans and a long sleeved top, even though it was summer, but the scars on her neck were still visible when she moved and her hair swung, and she wasn't much in the mood to deal with people asking her what had happened to her. She had a pretty face, and she thought that was all they needed to pay attention to.

After setting her trunk in the slot above the seat, she opened the cat carrier and let Emmy out. The small kitten walked out cautiously, her green eyes looking from her master around the compartment. Finding that it was better than being in a tiny cage, she took small steps to her mistress and climbed onto her lap. This was the way the kitten enjoyed spending her time, sprawled out over the entirety of the girl's lap. Phoenix shook her head with a small laugh and ran her hands over the animal's fur, glad for some peace, for the time being.

[Nillin]

Zachary Doyle quickly kissed his grandmother on the cheek before scooping up the small crate containing his tabby cat, Droven, and giving her a nervous smile. "Here we go again," he mumbled, taking a small bag from her and looping it over his shoulder. He hated the process of going to Hogwarts. Once he made it there, he loved it, but the actual act of cutting himself off from his grandparents and the rest of the Muggle world bothered him greatly. He lived with his grandma in the Irish countryside, and most of his friends were in fact Muggles. His grandmother was different from the rest of the witches and wizards: she didn't hate Muggles, in fact, she embraced them.

"You'll be fine, this isn't anything new. One more year after this," his grandma said, chuckling a little bit. It seemed like she was getting older everyday, and this bothered Zach just the tiniest bit. Old people have accidents: fall down stairs, slip in the tub, fall asleep driving. Anything could happen, and with his grandfather sick, Zach really hated leaving her alone this time.

"Finally," he answered, giving her an awkward little half hug and adjusting his robes before turning away and heading towards the train. He headed into the door closest to him and the smell of sweets immediately found his nose. He scrunched it up and headed towards the first empty compartment he could find. If he was there first, he technically got to put his shit wherever he wanted, right?

He found one near the end of the train and pushed his few suitcases and the bag his grandmother had given him into the overhead compartment. He put Droven's crate on the floor next to his seat and reached one finger inside, gently rubbing the white and orange mass inside. He heard an appreciative mew and smiled gently. "It's your first time going here, huh bud? I'll take good care of you," he cooed. Droven was a stray kitten his grandfather had found outdoors last school year. Zach and Draven had taken a liking to each other before they even knew it.

He extricated his finger and headed towards the window, a little surprised when the train started rolling as soon as he managed to pry the window open. He leaned out the window the tiniest bit and waved to his grandmother who was sitting on a bench about ten feet from the tracks. "Bye, Gram!" he yelled, his eyes welling up a little bit. He saw her face crinkle in a grin and pulled his head back into the car. "Well, here goes. No stopping it now..."

EDIT: ((I have to go for an hour or two; my dad needs help moving some furniture over to my sister's house. I'll be back soon though. >_> ))

[Paramorex]

Skylar stood next to her father and older sister, Raylene, as she waited for the Hogwarts train to approach. Despite her uncomfort from the muggle clothes she was wearing, her excitement took over and kept her in a happy mood. Hogwarts was her home away from home and she probably liked it better than her house. At Hogwarts she wasn't trapped around the memories of her mother's death or her pessimistic, angry father. Home was more of a pressure filled place where Skylar was constantly being watched by her extraordinary wizard of a father, Daniel, and Raylene, her sister, who had graduated from Hogwarts two years ago and still felt the need to constantly visit home.

The buzzing chatter of families that were all waiting to send their children off was interrupted by the screeching sound of a train. Skylar's face was lit with glee as she grabbed the two black trunks and kissed her father goodbye. She grinned at her older sister who shoved her forward a bit before watching as the thirteen year old ran off.

Skylar dragged her luggage onto the train that was already beginning to be packed. She eyed the compartments, looking for Slytherin friends from the past year. The ride would be a much more pleasent one than last year, her first year at Hogwarts. She hadn't known anyone and was forced to sit with a bunch of losers who had later been sorted into Hufflepuff.

Eventually she found a group of girls that were from Slytherin and she grinned at them as she walked into the compartment, being thrown into hugs by the others. She dropped her suitcases as she sat down and made small chat with the others as they continued on with their gossip over the new kids who they suspected would be sorted into Slytherin and the ones who would be easy targets for this years "fun".

Skylar tuned out of their chatter although every few moments she would laugh along as they laughed or nod her head in agreement. Her eyes were focused on the window which was now changing from the platform to the open sky. They were on their way to Hogwarts!

[ThatSillyCynic]

Iris Mackenzie stood on the platform, leaning against her trolley, listening to her Auntie Nina, nodding obediently as her Aunt went on and on about working hard and staying out of trouble. Iris would have preferred if she'd had just wished her luck, told her to enjoy herself and let her get on the train, but no such luck. "concentrate on your studies, there will be plenty of time for fun once--" She had stopped paying attention awhile ago, and she watched the other students boarding the train out of the corner of her eye. Most were there with their families, and Iris wished hers could be here with her. But they had said they didn't have time to see her off. Instead, they'd sent Auntie Nina, who Iris didn't particularly like, and sometimes sometimes called her Isis. Her eyes trailed off to where a boy about her age was saying goodbye to his grandmother. A girl was getting on the train alone. Another girl hugging her family. She said.

"Auntie, the train will be leaving soon, I should go." Iris finally said, trying to sound polite.

"Alright, dear. Bye."

They just stood awkwardly for a moment, not knowing what to do. Iris wasn't sure whether she should have hugged her Aunt goodbye, and she decided against it. She just nodded and turned to get onto the train. As she brought her owl, Kite inside, the animal started to squawk and flap it's wings in panic, making plenty of noise. Enough that there were several eyes drawn to Iris, who blushed and looked down.

She made her way down the train quickly, trying to find a compartment all while quieting Kite. She opened a compartment to see a girl sitting in it alone, with a cat in her lap. Iris looked her over, and smiled, trying to look friendly.

"Do you mind if I--" She winced as Kite squawked loudly. "If I sit here?"

She tried to quiet her owl, knowing that nobody would want to share a compartment with her if her owl was noisy the whole trip.

[Sweet Angel Jocelyn]

Phoenix was spacing slightly. She heard people talking to their families, and friends. She heard laughing and merriment. And it had started to put her to sleep. She wasn't quite sure why, but it had, maybe it was because she hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in fifteen years until her God-Father had taken her away. Now all she wanted to do was sleep.

She looked up as someone asked to sit with her. The voice that broke through her haze was a brunette, a very pretty one, if she did say so. Feeling a bit on the shy side, she lifted her shirt collar, hoping to hide the visible scars, and brushed her hair forward over her shoulder. Emmy looked up for only a second, saw the owl, licked her lips, then fell asleep, that was enough to get Phoenix to laugh softly.

"Sure." She said, moving her feet off of the seat across from her's and let them drop to the ground. Emmy slipped only a fraction of an inch, then began to purr loudly. "I'm Phoenix Black." She said, trying to be nice. "That is a cute owl." She said.

[Caden Adere Tobin]

Ichliebe Bier, Ichy, had come to Hogwarts on one of those typical rainy nights, over ten years ago from Southern Germany. She had been one of the petite first years, trembling in their new school robes at the sight of the monstrous castle. Hogwarts was a place unknown to her and every other nervous ten-year old in her group. She had wondered if she would ever make any friends or if she would disappear in one of the moving paintings or rotating stairwells. In retrospect, her fear had been entirely misplaced. After having been sorted into Ravenclaw, friends were easy to come by and boredom was a rarity. She remembered being very thankful that she didn't have to put up with the controversy of the Gryffindor/Slytherin group. She had been astounded with her studies, soaking in every bit of information the library could offer. With her OWL and NEWT scores, she could have been anything she wanted to be, an Auror or a Healer. The Ministry of Magic owled her with job offer after job offer. But, there had been a boy, a beautiful boy with corn flower hair and emerald eyes. Those same eyes promised her the world, one of love and comfort. She was a smart child, but clouded by the promises of amour. Those same eyes left her pregnant and stranded in California: no money, no wand in a land full of muggles, and very far from anywhere she could call home. Even when she made her way back to Germany, every attempt she had made to go home was futile. Her family didn't care to associate themselves with a daughter who threw away her world in a flash of an instant. Disowned, poor, and pregnant; Ichy had no place to go, no place of happiness for herself and her future child.

Then, she remembered Hogwarts, the one place she had been normal, well-rounded, and healthy. She remembered the kindness of the teachers and the effect their lessons had on her. That was it! In haste, she had made her way to the halls of her former home, and was welcomed with open arms. The Headmaster seemed to already know of her predicament, and it seemed the Defense Against the Dark Arts position was open and hers, if she wanted it. Thus, her life began again. Born, shortly after, her daughter Alleyne Donna Bier, and her job were the loves of her life.

Now, at 21, she had been teaching at Hogwarts for over 2 years. She had seen some miraculous students come and go, and couldn't wait until the new and old clamored through the large doors of the Great Hall. Glancing down at her desk, she attempted to get some last minute paperwork done before the students arrived.

[ThatSillyCynic]

Iris chuckled at the girl's cat, wishing her own pet would calm down. "Iris Mackenzie." She said as she put her suitcase into the overhead compartment. "Thanks." She sat down across from Phoenix. "His name's Kite."She said with a glance at the owl. "He won't be like this the whole ride." She added. The owl had already begun to calm down.

Iris smiled at the girl. She seemed to be covering her neck, but Iris made no comment about it. She ran a hand through her long curls nervously. She was dressed in muggle clothes like all the other students-- jeans and a tshirt. They clung to her body in a way she wasn't used to, and she was feeling a little uncomfortable.

[Sweet Angel Jocelyn]

"Nice to meet you both." Phoenix said, watching her. She looked uncomfortable. "This little sweety is Emily Elizabeth." She said, tapping the cat on the top of the head. All she did was shake her head, making her giant ears flop from side to side. "Emmy for short." She told her, trying to think of something to say. "So..." She said, playing with the ends of her long black and violet hair. "What's Hogwarts like?" She asked, feeling stupid. She was sixteen, she didn't really remember anyone transferring school in such an late year.

She hated being new, it drew too much attention to her. And then people would see the messed up little girl. As everyone at Durmstrang saw her. and there was no helping it. Her scars would be seen, her personality would come through, and people would start.. Again..

She shuddered noticeably, just at the thought of a repeat of her last five years of school. Petting Emmy calmed her slightly. She didn't know if she could actually do this, if she could actually go to a new school and fit in.

[Nillin]

Zach shook awake some time later without even realizing that he had dozed off. Huh, must've hit a bump, he thought to himself, twisting in the seat so that his legs, which had fallen asleep, fell limply in front of him. He shot a glance towards the window and sighed. There was still plenty of daylight left, meaning that they were still a few hours from their destination. He stretched gently, and then pulled down his t-shirt that had begun to ride up a little bit from the stretch.

"At least I don't have to change into my robes yet," he mumbled, tapping his leg gently to gauge how long it would take for the feeling in them to come back. He guessed a little more than a minute. His grandmother told him that her side of the family had always had poor circulation, which meant that he must've inherited it from his mother. He waited just a few moments more and he was able to wiggle his toes. "Almost there..."

He heard a soft mew from somewhere up above and looked towards the luggage rack above the opposite seat. Perched on top of it, amongst a couple of suitcases that other students must've dropped off while he was sleeping, was Droven. "Hey, how'd you get out of your cage?!" he asked. He ruled fowl play out right away, no one but him new the magic words that would open the lock on the cage, but how did he get out then?

He heard a clutter outside and narrowed his eyes. "Don't you dare..." he warned, grabbing onto the armrest and preparing to launch himself towards the cat.

The door to the compartment opened too quickly for Zach to act and the cat jumped off of the rack and nimbly onto the snack trolley outside. Zach made a small leap that ended with him on the floor and his head bashing the armrest on the other side of the compartment. "Ow, dammit," he hissed, rubbing his forehead immediately.

"Uhh, snack trolley?" the woman in the hallway asked. Zach fished a couple of coins out of his pocket and tossed them in the general direction of the woman.

"Yeah, leave a couple of chocolate frogs please," he said, jumping up quickly (though unsteadily; his legs still weren't cooperating with him) and bounding out the door. Now, where could you have gotten to?

[Lily Evans]

A rather shy, small statued girl stood at a windowed compartment. the Hogwarts Express. It was slowly taking off. . . She could see her father and the two twins Hina and Hugo waving goodbye, tears in Hina's emerald eyes, her red hair whipping behind her. . . she could barely see them anymore after a minute. . . and then they disappeared out of sight. The young looking sixth year had long fiery red hair that flowed down to just a few inches past her waist and green eyes that shone like chips of flawless emeralds.

The young girl put a slender ivory white hand on the rail of the compartment and sat down. She missed her sister and brother already, and of course her father. They were the world to her. A smile tugged at her pale pink lips though. 'At least Dee is coming to Hogwarts with me - and the twins will come next year.' she thought. Dragana was a fifth year, right under her.

The compartment door opened to reveal another girl who looked very different from the young girl at the window. Where the girl had red hair, this girl had midnight black hair that reached her slender and yet shapely waist. Perhaps the only thing that gave any hint that they were related was thier skintone and thier eyes - hers was emerald green as well, although hers were flecked with small dots of silver. Dragana was the young girl's half sister. "So, excited about the new year?" asked the red haired girl.

"You know it Lil! Its gonna be great." she said, referring to her sister by her nickname. Lily smiled at her sister. "Hogwarts is going to be great this year, I can already tell." she said. "I wonder what house you'll be in?" asked Lily. "I don't know, as long as I'm not in Hufflepuff, it'll be fine with me. Maybe I'll get into Ravenclaw with you." said Dragana, putting a hand over her mouth as she yawned.

Lily smiled at that. Dragana was very smart, it was true. But, she kinda doubted she'd like Ravenclaw very much - Dragana was a lazy type of smart, and didn't really like hard work, so she knew that Hufflepuff was definantely out. "Maybe you'll be in Slytherin like Dad." she said. Dragana shrugged. "Could be." she said rather evasively. She knew a lot of people didn't like Slytherin, but she thought it was poppycock. People should choose to speak to you based on who you were as a person, not because you were in a different house.

[Kansiov]

Here we go again... Sinclair sighed to himself as he virtually pushed his way into the carriage of the Hogwarts Express, which always marks the beginning of an adventure after every summer. Each school year was always an adventure for Sinclair. Even for a Hufflepuff student like him. You know... Hufflepuffs. Putting up with students from other 'superior' houses had been tough. The teasing and looking down upon had always stressed him more emotionally than the hectic schedule itself, although he had been able to cope well with the insults for the past few years.

The repertoire of activities on Platform 9¾ on the 1st of September had always been supplemented with bustles of emotions. From the cheers of excitement, to the tears of sorrow when family members part. This year, like many other years, is no exception. As the minute hand of the station clock struck 11 o'clock sharp, the distinct whistle of the Hogwarts Express blew loudly across the entire station. A miniature ceremonial for the families to wave their last goodbyes as they headed for another school term as the train chugged off towards Hogsmeade Station.

Being relatively on time before departure, Sinclair just managed on board before the final calls for boarding. Struggling with his rather oversized baggage, and the keeping of his balance from the violent jerks of the train, he nearly fumbles every few seconds as he glances for seats while keeping both tasks in check. Well, at least he should have came earlier to avoid being placed in such a precarious position. What more, he could end up sitting with potential Hufflepuff haters that could make the long journey to Hogwarts even longer. But being picky for his seats isn't going to help. All he needed was to sit down before tripping down and making a mockery out of himself.

"If you don't mind would you mind if I join in?" Sinclair asked with his ever strong Scottish accent, panting away as he finally came to a rest.

[Lily Evans]

The door opened to thier compartment. Lily's and Dragana's eyes went to the boy who entered. He was cute, with medium length black hair that covered his ears and hazel eyes that seemed almost magical the way they changed colors, thought Lily when her own set of emerald ones met his. He was just a little taller than her, maybe by an inch or two when standing up. She noticed that he was wearing his Hufflepuff robes. The robes fell nicely on his lean body, and one could see that his skin was quite pale, like the sisters' skin was.

Lily stood up, her Ravenclaw robes billowing around her. Her sister had lived with her aunt and uncle in the states for a while, and was transferring as a fifth year this coming semester. "Not at all." Lily said, holding the door open for the boy so he could get his stuff inside. "I'm Lily Evans and this is Dragana Nott - we're sisters. Well, half, but it makes no difference to us." she said, explaining the difference in the last name. For the time being, the raven haired sister wore Hogwarts robes with no insignia on it. "Yo." said Dragana as a greeting.

(Wow, I think I killed the thread.)