#inferistarter

[sectvmsemprvs]

date: october 13, 2028 time: 3:30pm location: Hogwarts grounds, near the (former) quidditch pitch who: nadia zabini && open

The wind whipped against her cheeks as Nadia strode across the grounds—-a far cry from the well-kept lands of her own time at Hogwarts, she still wasn’t quite used to the sort of wildness that had spread over the grounds around the castle, but it did have its perks. Mainly, the small thicket of starthistle she knew to be just on the other side of what used to be the quidditch pitch. And while normally she’d wait, have someone bring her the plant she needed… even she needed a bit of fresh air sometimes, and this way her research wouldn’t have to wait. She stopped as she her destination, stopping down so deft fingers could pluck the plant in question from the grass. Though she was focused on her task, her mind remained alert, and she glanced over her shoulder, sensing a presence behind her.

“If you’re going to lurk, make yourself useful and hand me a vial. I’d like to get back to the castle and get started on the next round of trials.”

[celestialdiggory-blog]

WHEN: 15 October 2028, 5:00PM

WHERE: a random hallway in Hogwarts

WHO: celeste & open

“You know, I-I, um, get the whole ‘moving staircase’ and ‘gifs on the wall’ and everything else but...” Celeste held a hand over her eyes, edging behind the nearest person while peaking through her fingers at a very clearly, disgruntled Nearly-Headless Nick. “I don’t really, ah, get the whole, um...” She shuddered, turning so that she was mostly hidden. It wasn’t everyday that you were faced with a nearly headless ghost after surviving zombie attacks. “It’s just...the one thing I could never do is, like, haunted houses so I just...how-- do I go back to the area where there is no..ghosts?”

[lottiemeadowes]

WHEN: 14 October 2028, 2:34 AM WHERE: TBA WHO: lottie & open

there was something about crushing ingredients into their smallest forms that kept lottie’s mind from wandering anywhere other than the task at hand. pestle pushing deeper in her palm as she crushed the small leaves in her ceramic bowl felt soothing, as though there was nothing else to worry about but the task at hand. she rarely heard the chatter of others in her division as they moved around each other, reaching for this and that ingredient for this and that potion, which helped when working on especially advanced potions like this. concentration, she found, was key, and she was all too happy to have her mind occupied on work.

this meant, though, that when people did speak to her, she rarely heard them at all. it was only the flash of movement from the corner of her eyes that had her raise her head, surprised to see someone standing in the doorway. it felt as though her surroundings finally came into focus, and the silence that hung in the room felt almost stifling, now. “I’m sorry, did you need something?” the question she’d rather have asked was what time is it? but it felt like it was much too late for such a question not to be concerning, and she really would rather avoid any concern. she really, really would.

[aurorc]

WHEN: October 13th, 2028, around 18:30. WHERE: Just outside the Great Hall. WHO: Aurore & Open. 

Leaning back against the wall, Aurore looked up at the ceiling and sighed. Aurore liked people. In general, at least. However, being stuck in one place, with so many people, with no other choice but to stay there? Not exactly her favourite situation in the world. She was used to crowds; had to get used to them from a really young age, really. Frightened crowds, though? Crowds ready to fight monsters to the death for their and others’ survival? That hadn’t exactly been part of her royal childhood.

Still, she had been trained to pretend that everything was okay, and so it was what she did. Pushing herself off the wall, she put on a bright smile — a well-practiced one that few could see through — and looked around the room. Finally spotting someone, she tilted her head to the side and softened her smile. “Mind if I sit with you in the Great Hall? I don’t like eating alone, and the people who were supposed to tolerate me today are too busy surviving and what not to accommodate my needs.”