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[alchemistabraxas-blog]

Stepping off of his flying carpet, Abraxas waved his acacia wand in a flourish and muttered a command phrase. Watching his carpet roll tightly around his luggage and secure itself on the ground in front of the great stone monstrosity that lay in front of him. “Well, this must be hogwarts,” he said with a slightly impressed nod, the European construction and architecture was certainly different to everything he’d experienced in Egypt, “however I can’t say I understand why anyone would choose to live in such a wet, cold and dreary land. I haven’t seen the sun in what feels like days...” Reaching into his robes he pulled out a pipe and sucked down a lungful of smoke. “Couldn’t they have constructed their castle somewhere warmer?”

[arnorrson]

There had been a terrible casualty in the castle. One that had Gunnarr mourning rather solemnly. His beard- his glorious facial hair had been murdered in the night. Sigfrid had enacted revenge in the form of slicing a bit of it off while he slept, possibly even drugging him to make sure he stayed asleep while she did so. He wasn’t actually entirely sure of that last point. But he wouldn’t put it past her.

Either way he’d had two choices. Go around looking like an idiot with part of his beard, or shave it all off an start anew. Obviously he’d gone with the second option, no matter how much it hurt his heart to lose his beard. He’d only just finished shaving the rest of it off in his room when a knock came on the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone, though. Perhaps they had the wrong room or something? Unless someone had chosen to surprise him. “Come in,” he said without hesitation, despite his shirtless condition. It not only displayed his rather...impressive definition, but the myriad of scars that covered him as well.

[sgiobalta]

Snuffing out the candles at the end of the day was not something that had to be done by hand. The house elves did it through out the castle, and even then it was only in rooms that weren’t spelled to let the candles out on their own. However, in the Library, Rowena preferred to perform the task herself. Tonight, however, she was not alone.  She smiled at the student with their nose in a book. “While your love of the library is admirable.” She said gently, hoping to rouse them from their reverie. “I’m afraid it is very late. Perhaps you should go to bed. 

[hufflepufftm]

Helga doesn’t remember this plant when she did the final check on the decorations, it appeared in the middle of the party and if a student wants to make the school prettier, who is she to stop them? The plant had been brought to her attention by one of the younger students, a gryffindor who is very passionate about plants and asked her to explain the properties of this particular one.

“-- but you don’t wanna hear about bird catching, do you?” a small crowd gathered around her and the student, mostly students who enjoyed herbology but she saw a few new faces around, “one of the best uses for Viscum Album is for beauty potions. Your skin will thank you if you use it. It can be used for more serious diseases as well, like ulcers and sores, but for those I recommend not making a potion, a paste is more effective. Though foxglove is more effective, you can also use it to treat a weak heart and it improves circulation.”

[pureblood-hufflepuff-blog]

Plagued by insomnia, Persephone couldn’t settle into her bed.  The smart thing to do, would simply be find a place in the castle to occupy til either the next day started or sleep finally came to her, but the idea didn’t really appeal to her.  A walk and a place to look at the stars seemed far more what she needed.

She walked out onto the grounds, thankful she didn’t run into anyone along the way.  Most, if not all, the castle was asleep anyway, and the cooler temperature outside would likely have them all cuddled into their warm blankets til morning.  At least the cold came with fresh air and clear skies.

She fleetingly wondered if there was a worry of running into a Gytrash, but pushed the thought away.  She wouldn’t wander far from the school.  She might push the envelope a little, but she wasn’t so stupid as to go too far on her own.  She just wanted some place with a good view of the sky.

She walked quietly, her eyes on the sky more than the ground.  How many constellations could she see?  How many could she name?  She wasn’t sure how long she’d been walking when she realized there were footsteps behind her. Stopping, she turned to see a figure following her, and jumped slightly. 

“Identify yourself,” she called to them, hoping the fact that she acknowledged them would stop them from getting closer.  She started to look around and get an idea of where her path had led her and possible escapes she could use if needed.

[frenziedollivander]

Throwing an arm around someone’s shoulders, Sam whispers quickly, “Please don’t run. Walk with me, just until the end of the great hall.” he just saw Mateo, Eleonora and a sibling that he accidentally insulted the other day. He needs to escape this place fast, and he needs to do it in a way no one will bother him. “I won’t kill you, I promise.”

[shadowedclarke]

The last thing he expected when he came out of the bath was to find his clothes gone. Fortunately, the culprit had been generous enough to leave the towel. James debated staying in the room, at least until late, not wanting to walk around while still damp and with only a towel, but he also didn't want to be late to class. Praying he wouldn't cross paths with anyone, he tied the towel around his waist, and opened the door. The first two corridors, there were no issues. However, when he turned into the third corridor, he was face to face with someone. "My apologies."

[youngestlongbottom]

She hadn’t expected to see anyone she knew other than her sisters, so Tomas had been a pleasant surprise. 

He had helped The Hood, one of the only people who knew the truth about the identity of the person who did so much good where she grew up. If it hadn’t been for him, one of her sisters would have been caught, so they’d taken him in for a few days. 

Tomas had left without a word. 

She walked up to him in the middle of the corridor and lightly slapped him before he even had the chance to acknowledge her. 

“That is for leaving without saying goodbye.” She then smiled at him, seeing him reach for the knife and then hesitate. “You stab me, I’ll stab you back, my friend.” She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, knowing it’d make him squirm. 

Knowing someone had seen that exchange, and not wanting anyone to get the wrong idea, she turned around. “There is nothing ruder than a friend leaving town without saying goodbye, no?”