#bnwopen

[lucyitoweasley-blog]

Lucy stood on the stairs glaring at one of the pictures, hanging on the wall.  “Look I know I’m right.” She said, slightly loud.  “It is possible to brew Beguiling Bubbles and its antidote with ingredients from the Potions room.  I’ve done it.” Lucy started down the stairs with a huff, having given up fighting with the portrait, before nearly running into someone.  “Sorry.” She muttered. 

[avalon-jones-blog]

Avalon loved Hogwarts, really, they did. A lot. Totally, except...okay the thing was? Not to be a typical teen in their smart phone or anything but--they really really needed their netflix fix. They missed headphones, they missed netflix, and wifi, sweet glorious wifi, oh my god. But, right now? Right now they wished they hadn’t left their fudging pen in the common lounge because this essay? Was not going to write itself, even if it could with a spell or two, but that was cheating. And, Avalon did not, they repeat n-o-t want to go all the way back to the common room. “You don’t happen to have a pen do you?” They leveled a smile at the person next to them, hoping they weren’t interrupting too badly.

[walker--ollie-blog]

        {{ open // human form

Ollie’s head perked up, Tom’s ears twitching where he sat beside him on the ground near a window in a quiet corridor. Here he was, doing homework, quietly muttering to the quill to write what he said and what was that noise? He knew there were wolves in the Forbidden Forest, the spawn of werewolves, he thought the legend said, but he didn’t usually hear them howling. Next to him, Tom ‘awoo’d, and Ollie couldn’t help but mimic it (after grabbing the quill so it didn’t actually write the word ‘awooooooo’ in the middle of his Transfiguration essay. And so, Ollie and his dog ‘awoo’d to each other, sitting in the corridor. Because that was as good a starter as any.

[rose-weasley-granger-blog]

Rose Weasley-Granger had become very stressed over everything that had happened recently.  That Ravenclaw, Munro, coming back then the Death Eaters attacking the school at the dance.  And then on top of all of that Lily was returned, seemingly safe, other than being broken from the month of capture.  That was very conflicting to Rose.  On the one hand she was glad her cousin was back, but on the other she knew that if war came she would be fighting against almost all of her cousins, and having Lily back scared her a bit.  Rose made her way to the library trying avoid some of her stress by reading.  She pulled a random book off the shelf, and made her way to an empty table, and began reading, until she was interrupted by someone sitting down next to her.  She looked up and gave a small smile.  “Hello.”

[lilypotter-bnw-blog]

The past 24 hours had been the most chaotic thing Lily Potter had ever experienced. She remembered the Death Eaters come in and grab her, whisper something in her ear about her father agreeing to their demands. They dragged her out of the room that she’d been held captive in for what felt like years, and after that, everything was a blur. The next thing she knew she was riding on the back of a broom and she fell from it into the Great Hall during some sort of school-wide dance. So many familiar faces had gathered around her after she hit the ground, but Lily felt nothing. She didn’t want them to see her like this. She didn’t want to be near them like this. She was weak, vulnerable, and her morale had been depleted. Her face remained blank as they carried her to the hospital wing where she immediately passed out with exhaustion. 

She woke up with a jolt and immediately hopped out of bed, running towards the door with no real plan. She just needed to run. To move. To escape herself, the thoughts that she knew all too well would plague her if she ever sat still again. Her legs were weak and wobbly and she was out of breath within an instant, but at least she was in control of herself. She pushed the door to the hospital wing open and ran into the halls without even thinking about anyone trying to stop her.  

[itsmelodyhensley-blog]

To say that Melody hasn’t had the greatest luck lately was the understatement of the century. First, she had lost her favorite hair tie, which wasn’t that big of deal, but still counted. Second, she had spilled ink all over her favorite pants, which were white. Third, she had managed to make a potion explode in her face and was missing half an eyebrow. And just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, the universe proved her wrong.

Melody was always overly eager to get her hands on the latest Witch Weekly. Today was no different, when an owl dropped a a copy in front of her, she beamed, but decided it could wait until after classes, giving her something to look forward to. Maybe there would be some good gossip, or maybe just some really good news in general. The day passed slowly, the magazine inching it’s way into her mind any free second she had. It took her no time once she arrived back at her dorm to rip it open, skimming over the major news. Today the headlines tore her heart apart. Tears sprung to her eyes instantly. “They’ve broken up.” She wailed, her hand clutching her chest in her usual dramatic manner.

[abram-minyard-blog]

Abram was probably one of the more ... unique professors around the castle. His classes weren’t widely attended, and the Minyard family was known for being a bit out there, so he was largely left alone to do what he wanted, as long as the students in his classes learned something. And so Abram had settled on an out of the way window ledge to play his guitar, not expecting anyone to walk by, or really care if they saw him playing. 

[kellanbrozzesi-bnw-blog]

Kellan hadn’t been in the best mood lately, the rain definitely did nothing for his mood, and only seemed to be making it worse. He wasn’t sad, really, just bored. Everything seemed incredibly dull. There hadn’t been anything interesting going on around the castle, most people absorbed in their studies. 

He woke up that morning wanting nothing more than to be able to jam out with his band, but unfortunately they were hours away in the muggle world. He pulled his guitar case out from under his bed, throwing a few extra picks in it. He knew it wasn’t supposed to rain today, or at least that’s what all the students were saying. Sure enough, it was overcast but it wasn’t raining, that was good enough. He plopped down on a patch of grass, pulled out his guitar and started playing a song he had written a few years back. Loosing himself in the music. He barely noticed when someone sat down beside him. “Oh, hey.”