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Group Meetings || HPOUaT

The halls were quiet, nearly painfully so. But, that was the way that it was supposed to be. After midnight, no student should be out of bed, wandering around the deserted corridors. On a night like this, there wasn’t much work to be done. Still, there wouldn’t be much sleep to be had, Ben rarely had a good nights sleep at the school. Potions were out of the question, they were an aid and ultimately would equate into him being unable to sleep on his own even when traveling. That was simply unacceptable. Especially when it came to some of the more dangerous creatures that were encounter. Dragons required fast reflexes that lacked sorely when one ran on little to no sleep.

Patrols like these were able to full in the voids of time where there would have normally been nothing to keep his full focus trained on. No, if it weren’t for the necessary walks, he would be pacing a hole in the floor of the quarters that had become a home away from, well home. As much as the man was used to traveling, craved the constant motion, he always appreciated coming home and having that steady place that would always welcome him.

With all of that in mind, the sweep continued. All seemed settled on the upper floors and the prefects had been on their own watch around the dorms of the students. It was time to finish up and that meant just checking the dungeons. Maybe a couple hours of z’s could actually be caught after all. Taking the stairs in a two by two formation, the distance between where he had been and where he needed to be where easily and quickly covered. All seemed calm enough. That was until he came upon what should have been an abandoned classroom. The door remained ajar, light filtering through the crack and throwing itself down the hall.

Approaching cautiously, his wand slid into his hand from the spot he had it on his arm. Voices became apparent as he inched closer. They sounded young, and were quite hushed. Whoever it was didn't wish to be overheard.

"We must be ready for when they make a play on Hogwarts. Forces are gathering and they will need all the help that they can get. Not like last time..."

"What if anyone finds out?"

"We don't let them. No one must know that any of us have affiliation with the Death Eaters. We keep things quiet and make it seem as if we are disgusted by what they are doing. The issue before was that they all wore their allegiances on their sleeves." Seemed that he had stumbled upon a group of students who were wandering in the wrong direction. He was going to have to step in here.

"I think the problem before was that they were too conspicuous about things as well. Mind telling me what you are all doing out of bed?" Ben stepped inside the room only to be greeted with more students than he expected. There were sixteen older students, wands all in hand and looking none too thrilled about the interruption. Several sneered openly while others tried to play innocent.

"I don't think we know anything that you are talking about Professor. Yes you caught us out of bed but we were simply doing work." The oldest male pointed towards the tables were parchments were stacked. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the movement of a wand being raised. A shield was thrown up in time to block the spell. Of course this was going to turn into chaos with students attacking him. And the numbers game was not in his favor.

#notyourhelplessdamsel #hpouat #hpouat verse #group meetings #sorry this got a little long and carried away

Anyone wish to plot?

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Early Mornings (HPOUaT) || Open Starter

The grounds were quiet, allowing several peaceful moments to be appreciated and observed. The hour was much too early for any of the students to be awake, which resulted in the near silence that enveloped the bridge. Ben took in a deep breath of the crisping autumn air, allowing it to fill his lungs and work towards fully waking him up. There was no true purpose to being up as early as he was, a simple restlessness that came from being around one spot several days too long after weeks of travel. There was always an adjustment period coming back to the castle, the itch to move and see sights that remained just out of grasp the worst upon return and towards the end of the year.

The transition was clear as the teaching robes had been temporarily forgotten in place of a pair of khakis that were well worn, carrying some mud stains towards the bottom of the pant leg and a light shirt. It was his traditional traveling gear, the only missing piece was his traveling cloak. The freedom of movement and ability to move was so much better in the muggle clothing than in robes. That had been a learned fact, various scars littering his body. Then again, those could be considered a hazard of the job, of listening to more than a fair share of nut jobs over the years. Though, that was what made up the best stories, the fantastic tales that were fun to regale friends, colleagues, students, or anyone willing to listen at the bars.

The now seasoned professor had several classes set up for the day, not overly worried about the basic materials that would be covered with the younger years. Start off small and build up to the large stuff after all. The one class of fifth years, those who remained around with the subject, would be hitting the ground running, moving into more complicated, difficult, and dangerous creatures. Nothing overly terrible but more than what had been handled. That was something that should have been preoccupying his mind, knowing that there would still be one or two children that would goof off and put themselves at more risk than necessary. They were teenagers, that was practically in their job description. Snorting softly to himself, he braced his hands against the railing, looking down at the drop below.

The mans mind was elsewhere though, further from Hogwarts, from classes and students. Tonight was a full moon. His parents would be on their own, suffering through the transformation without any help for the following morning. There was always a warm blanket, pain potion, and warm cup of tea set aside for their return when his presence actually managed to be around home at the proper time. The couple was getting up there in age, the premature aging that plagued werewolves not being entirely kind to their bodies either. But, what could be done about it? Absolutely nothing. With the potential of another war brewing, the thoughts hit him harder than they had in years. There would be another push for recruitment. With that there would be more attacks on the ones who had fought so desperately hard to keep such an evil from ever effecting him as a young child, the ones who had suffered by the hands of the wizarding society for something that couldn’t be prevented or helped but still fought to keep that same prejudice society intact.

The musings had left him preoccupied, only vaguely aware of his surroundings. While it was an action that was so rarely allowed, least his head be taken off or a limb becoming a snack, when it did occur it wasn’t done with any sort of lack of intensity.

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Extended Bio: Benjamin Skovgaard

Ben was raised fairly sheltered, away from society and it’s influences. His parents owned a small piece of land, hours away from any major city, coming from a long line of werewolves. It had been in the family for many years, his great grandparents buying it to keep themselves safe. Ben managed to escape that fate, his mother thinking better than passing it onto her only son. After facing the prejudices that were so profuse in the wizarding world, that wasn’t the life that she wanted for him. His father wasn’t as fortunate, one mistake leading to his own turning.

It all made for an interesting childhood and a great tolerance for other beings in the magical world. Seeing as both his parents loved him and did their best in raising him, he could not find it in himself to hold anything against them. The lycanthropy was just something that his mother dealt with once and month and the rest of the time, they lived their lives as normally as possible. The one black spot on his younger years was the Second Wizarding War. Because of his mother’s infliction, there was the occasional interest in recruiting the family, mainly from Death Eaters. Several of the battles occurred close to the house, giving the young boy more than his share of nightmares and a vivid, first hand understanding of what death meant.

Ben displayed his magic fairly early on, his parents ensuring with anything that they had that he would get the best education at Hogwarts. When the time came, his sorting into Hufflepuff came as no surprise to anyone who knew the young boy, not with his upbringing and the fierce sense of loyalty that he carried. Those personality traits endeared him to several of the students in his year but also drew in a few that were older, taking him under their wing. His eagerness to learn what he could about various magical creatures had him excelling in Care of Magical Creatures, while he remained just above average overall in his other subjects.The information about his family was kept as quiet as possible while at school, though eventually during his fifth year, it was leaked. His housemates, for the most part stuck by him, though many friends in other houses decided that any sort of relationship with the teenager was too risky after that. After all, each time that Ben returned him, refused to not spend time with his mother, he risked being turned. As a result of that, they were all at risk. Forget even going to the house. None of them wanted to associate with any sort of werewolf.

Upon graduation, Ben continued to show great interest in the other creatures that occupied the world. Carrying nothing but a beat up notebook and the clothes on his back, he took off to wherever his feet carried him, eager to learn as much as he could while gaining hands on experience. Whoever was willing to give him time, he would sit and learn from. Without expecting anything in return beyond any wisdom and information that could be imparted, there were many that were more than willing to have someone to pass their knowledge on to, an young ear to sit and listen. He would do odds and ends as far as jobs were concerned in exchange for room and board. Every few months, Ben made sure to return home. With his parents getting older and the virus that ran through their systems, they aged a bit more rapidly, wearing down much more than normal wizards. Beyond his obligation to his family, there was a worry and concerned that always drove him home. Of course, there was always that brief sense of relief, of comfort, and relaxation that came with being in such a familiar space, with familiar people.

It came as a surprise when an owl found him while he was traveling through Siberia, Headmaster McGonagall offering him the position of Professor of Care of Magical Creatures. One who was always willing to share and teach tolerance, he took her up on the offer almost immediately. Having spent most of his adult life traveling, never staying in one place for more than a few weeks, there was a reluctance that Ben kept well under wraps. Being a professor meant that he wouldn’t have the freedom to move around when the itch became too much to deal with. It was a small sacrifice to make though, with things beginning to stir the way that they were, such important information reaching even the most isolated of areas. If he could share any of the knowledge that he had gathered over the years through both books and hands on experience and have it be of service to the younger generation, that was enough for him. That often made it all worthwhile.

It took Ben awhile to adjust to the position and the responsibilities that came with being a Professor. Years of learning had taught him how to be a good student but there was a switch that seemed more of a hurdle than it should have been when it came to him being on the other end of the student-teacher relationship. Eventually though, with some guidance from the other staff members, Ben was able to get the hang of things and quickly become a well-liked professor.

#hpouat #hpouat verse #not really that much added on but better than the previous

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Character Name: Killian David Jones

Character Year (1-7): Sixth year

Blood Status: Pure Blood

House: Gryffindor

Wand type/length: Black wand made of Holly with a phoenix feather core; 18 inches

Short Bio: Killian Jones is a sixth year Gryffindor from Ireland. His mother and older brother are deceased, and his father is in Azkaban for murder and conspiring with death eaters. Killian would have shared the same fate as the rest of his family if he hadn't feigned loyalty at the last minute-- he turned his father in, but a darkness has plagued his soul since. Though the sorting hat placed him in Gryffindor, it very nearly chose Slytherin-- a sign of how truly broken he'd become. He found something to live for in Quidditch, playing as Gryfindor's seeker. He aspires to be a professional quidditch player when he graduates, but the coming war may change all that. Killian's affinity for Defense Against the Dark Arts will be a great ally, but to which side?

Read the Rules?: Of course

ETC: Killian's patronus is a grey wolf. He often slacks off on his school work, but he's really rather intelligent. He likes to read in his spare time, though usually when no one is paying attention. He's a serial flirt, but he hasn't had but one actual relationship. She was killed when a group of death eaters attacked the muggle town she lived in-- he hasn't tried for a relationship since. Killian is mainly out for himself. He lives at an orphanage when school isn't in session. No one has looked out for him most of his life-- whatever options put him on top are usually the ones he goes with.

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HPOUaT Verse

Character Name: Benjamin Skovgaard

Character Year (1-7): Professor of Care of Magical Creatures

Character Age: 31

Blood Status: Half-blood

House: Hufflepuff

Wand type/length: Cedar with unicorn hair core. 13 ½ inches.

Short Bio: Ben was raised fairly sheltered, away from society and it’s influences. His parents owned a small piece of land, hours away from any major city, coming from a long line of werewolves. It had been in the family for many years, his great grandparents buying it to keep themselves safe. Ben managed to escape that fate, his mother thinking better than passing it onto her only son. It made for an interesting childhood and a great tolerance for other beings in the magical world. His sorting into Hufflepuff came as no surprise to anyone who knew the young boy, not with his upbringing and the fierce sense of loyalty that he carried. The information about his family was kept as quiet as possible while at school, though eventually during his fifth year, it was leaked. His housemates, for the most part stuck by him, though many friends in other houses decided that any sort of relationship with the teenager was too risky after that.

Read the Rules?: I solemnly swear

ETC: While he himself is not a werewolf, he comes from a long line of them dating back several generations. This can make those who know quite weary of befriending him as he is still close with his family.

#new verse #hpouat #hpouat verse #here we go #Professor Ben #I am laughing

Character Name: Rumplestiltskin Gold

Character Year: Potions Professor

Blood Status: Pureblood

House: Slytherin

Wand type/length: Ebony with essence of dragon scale, 15 inches

Short Bio: His mother died when he was young and his father abandoned him to become a Death Eater when he was a boy, leaving Rumple to be raised by a neighbor for the rest of his childhood. During his time as a student at Hogwarts, he was very skilled at both Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions. He never had very many friends during his time at school, or after he graduated. Rumple considered joining the Death Eaters, but did not because he did not want to be like his father. Instead, a few years after his graduation, he decided to return to Hogwarts as a teacher, and took up the potions position.

Read the Rules?: I solemnly swear

ETC: Nothing I can think of right now.

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BECAUSE LET'S THROW ANOTHER CHARACTER IN HERE TOO

Character Name: Dorian Gray

Character Year (1-7): 7

Blood Status: Half-Blood

House: Slytherin

Wand type/length: Elm, dragon heartstring, fourteen and a half inches, brittle.

Short Bio: Raised by a wealthy aunt after both his parent died when he was young, Dorian started out as a good kid. He was loved by most who met him and was generally thought to be an incredibly promising young man. The Sorting Hat saw something similar in him and placed him in Slytherin, which is where he met an older student named Harry Wotton. Wotton, a pure blood, took him under his wing and began grooming him to be his replacement as the head of a much-envied clique of students. Soon that sweet boy was changing into someone far more morally ambiguous....and as he heads into his final year of Hogwarts, his interest has been piqued by a Dark spell that preserves youth.

Read the Rules?: I solemnly swear that Dorian thought they were so boring.

ETC: I'll be working a version of his portrait into the story, because you can't tell me that The Picture of Dorian Gray would be even more awesome if the portrait could talk back.

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