May 30, 2020
Class of 1978: Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black
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Class of 1978: Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black
Library-6th Year-1966
“Oi!” He whispers, throwing a wadding up ball of paper and missing spectacularly.
“Can I please look at your essay? I promise I won’t copy it I just...” He laughs. “I have no bloody clue what any of this means.”
Mean Girls-5th Year-Narcissa & Maya
“Hi.” Maya said, sliding into the chair across the table from Narcissa in the library.
“Just wondering if you were planning on pulling your weight, even in the most minimal of ways on our divination project or if I should prepare to do it all myself.”
If that were the case she’d use one the Ravenclaws that was practically stalking her to do it for both of them, but that was beside the point.
She offers Narcissa an incredibly fake smile.
“Just trying to prepare.”
@narcissa-bm
time: 9:56 pm date: december 10, 1965 place: hogwarts status: open
There was something haunting him as he wandered the halls doing Prefect duty. Hogwarts was his home for so many years that now, faced with the prospect of leaving in just a few short months, he was absolutely devastated. The year had come suddenly and painfully like a battering ram. His parents had died over the summer, and his wonderful, beautiful, lovely sister was currently in the hospital wing, struggling to keep a hold on life.
Loss was an old friend. Al had lost so many people in his life. Both sets of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins... until he and Aileen were the only two Moodys left. Their lineage reduced to a teenage boy with anger problems and a soft teenage girl with years left to live. It was enough to make anyone resentful.
Yet Prefect duties would have to continue on as usual. He actually didn’t mind them overmuch—it gave him a chance to think and be alone without people constantly questioning him. As it was Christmastime, most of his peers were glad to be in their dorms exchanging holiday cheer.
Except for the person swathed in shadow in front of him. “Och, what’re ye doin’ out of bed?”
Sixth Year-Sunrise
The voice of her mother nagged in the back of her head, she should have said no to this. It would have been fair easier to just say no. Yet here she was, maybe it was the rebellious streak her parent’s scorned so much or perhaps she really was changing her mind. Ted was nothing like they said. He was kind, and funny. The time they spent together on prefect rounds provided those two fact to be true at the very least.
His lanky shadow paraded towards her and Andromeda felt herself smiling already. How could one person do that to someone else? How could just his silly walk make her beam. A strange warmth circling her chest, the closer he came.
“Hi, Tonks.” The fondness in her voice was so unfamiliar Andromeda forgot herself. For now she’d just be here.
@tptonks
Gotta get back to Hogwarts, gotta get back to school...
Ever wondered who your muse was in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts? Now is your chance to explore who your muse used to be! For the next two weeks, starting on Friday May 29th all players are required to create and/or participate in a thread regarding their character’s school days at Hogwarts!
See below for a breakdown of when your muse would’ve been in school-in an effort to ensure that only plausibly canonical interactions take place, please ensure each thread has the grade level and year in the title. Ex. “Year 7-1977″
The threads can happen at any time during the year just note that a typical Hogwarts year spans September to June. Keep in mind that if your character is born after September 1st, they will be in the class ‘after’ their peers. I.e. Someone born in November 1951 would graduate in 1968, but someone born in July 1951 would graduate in 1967. See table below for more details!
Threads can be anything related to Hogwarts! Classes, exams, Quidditch, parties, holidays, Hogsmeade, feasts-the possibilities stretch as far as your imagination. Of course, use your discretion regarding read-mores; keep in mind that for the purposes of this event, your characters are minors and act accordingly. Typical rules of the group still apply! Para threads are encouraged over gifs (esp. for characters that are now well out of their teenage years) but both are acceptable.
Prompts, sentence starters and ideas are available upon request!
This event is both meant to be fun and to be a chance to really explore and get a feel for your character’s background, which is incredibly important and can be built into your characters’ daily threads in the “present”. Threads not a part of the event can (and should) still continue, but please make time to explore the past with the group!
Use tag “#Rphoenixhogwarts” in addition to the starter tag so everyone can find what you’re doing for this event! Happy writing, little sparks. Hogwarts is here to welcome you home!
Year Born Current Age Year Graduated
1949/1950 29-30 1966
1950/1951 28-29 1967
1951/1952 27-28 1968
1952/1953 26-27 1969
1953/1954 25-26 1970
1954/1955 24-25 1971
1955/1956 23-24 1972
1956/1957 22-23 1973
1957/1958 21-22 1974
1958/1959 20-21 1975
1959/1960 19-20 1976
1960/1961 18-19 1977
1961/1962 18 1978
Craving Attention | 7th year (1976)
Sirius sat in the back of the class. His chair leaning on it’s back two legs as he twirled his wand around his fingers. After McGonagall had decided to separate all of the marauders from each other, Sirius had found himself bored and itching for some form of attention; be it from the whole class, or from the person next to him.
The front to legs of the chair made a light thud as his leaned forward and said, “Well, I guess we’re partners for this assignment now.”
Quidditch || 1967
“Not to be dramatic but if we don’t win the house cup this year it’ll kill me.” Benjy says, fixing his broom over his shoulder and smiling brightly. “Hows your day going?”