Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry-The Roleplay

HarryLove13 wrote:Claire looked at the sky. It was rapidly darkening. The practice would have to continue tomorrow. She raised her voice once again and said, "Students please give your names to the Professore so they know who is on either side of you. Then you make go. Thank you." It was so tiring...running this practice. She went back to ravenclaw house to write names down.

It was turning into evening and qudditch practice was coming to a close... I didn't even get to fly that much, I sighed. I was looking forward to the practice but everything was disastrous. At least no new students tackled me with their brooms. Professor looked tired and weary, probably from all the mess that was caused today.. Give names? I didn't understand.... Oh well, I was tired and wanted to go to bed anyways. I flew down to the ground and landed softly on the grass. Like a professional, I couldn't have said it better myself. I winked at a girl watching me, maybe she wasn't watching me? Oh well, it felt good being awed at.. It was crowded but I pushed through and made it to the common room. I spoke the password and the fat lady let me in. Good thing she wasn't singing again, it was sure as annoying as a banshee. I walked to the couch and sank into it. I was pooped.

Professor Baudelaire awoke in her bed with a slight backache. She sat up and yawned. It was Saturday morning and she had to spend the day teaching students how to fly in formation. That certainly hadn't been in her job description. She got up and showered and once she was changed she proceeded to the Great Hall. All the students were there. She went to her seat and loaded her plate with scrambled eggs and a slice of toast. This should keep her energized. Once she was done eating, and after a mug of hot chocolate, she got up and walked to the Headmistress's podium. Immediately all the students got quiet.

Raban sat at the Ravenclaw table at breakfast, having his morning tea and a toasted BLT in one hand while reading. This being Ravenclaw, others were doing the same. Most felt a priority when eating was to be able to feed yourself without spilling anything on your book.

Every so often, he'd pass a scrap to the pygmy puff perched on his shoulder, who purred in appreciation.

When Professor Baudelaire called for everyone's attention, he frowned and kept reading -- and he wasn't the only one. More than a few had returned to Ravenclaw's common room in annoyance at having been called out to flying practice and left to stand next to their brooms, grounded, until the Professor had finally dealt with the troublemakers. And then they were just sent back in! Honestly, what was that supposed to teach?

"Attention students!" Professor Baudelaire said in her loudest voice. "This afternoon we will be having a practice. I want to make myself very clear, yesterday's events are NOT to be repeated. We will have ABSOLUTELY NO STUDENTS IN THE AIR. DO I make myself clear?" Professor Baudelaire hardly took on this strict tone but the students had severely upset her the night before. "You will all report to the Quidditch stands at 4:00 o' clock. There will be no late students. You will have your brooms ready, you will have gone to the restroom before practice. There will be no wand work done. I don't want to hear any silly talk at all. I am very upset at some of you, and even though I know it is not everyone's fault we cannot make the school look bad in front of everyone. You will learn to fly in formation. We will practice today and you should no how to do so by tomorrow. If any of the rules are broken there will be consequences. I hope everyone understands. Thank you" Professor Baudelaire went back to her seat to her refilled hot chocolate mug. She drained it all and then grabbed a lemon drop. Her life needed all the sweetness it could get right now.

I woke up, slightly annoyed. I just wasn't in the mood to go through all of this again. I got up and showered, and changed into my uniform. I put my wand in my pocket and headed to the Great Hall. I sat by one of my friends in Gryffindor, and grabbed some fruits. I chewed them slowly, not in the mood to eat at my normal speed. I picked up a few boiled eggs, and ate them. Professor Baudelaire announced that practice was to take place at 4. No interruptions? I doubt it. I grabbed some toast and a glass of juice, and gulped them down. I got up and went up to my room.

OOC: I'm just going to pick up from breakfast, since I kind of missed the end of that last bit.

BIC: Still a little drowsy, I walk towards the Ravenclaw table. I had overslept again, halfway through breakfast, in fact. Baudelaire was asking for everyone's attention, but it didn't seem like anyone was listening.
As I go farther, looking for an empty seat, I spot a first year sitting alone. Casually, I squeeze myself in between him and Luca, a weak fourth year who I beat up last year. The boy was reading a thick book.
He hadn't noticed me, so I tap him on the shoulder. "Hi," I begin "I'm Cleo."

[OOC: Daize, there aren't any first-year students in the game.]

Spoiler:

I groaned..I slept on the couch! I crashed last night! I didn't even do anything. I heard a loud boom and voice. Ugh. The horror of a teacher being extremely mad.. No students to be flying.. Does that include qudditch players too? I was so upset, the commotion yesterday just ruined my practice for qudditch! This really really is bad. Why can I do? Absolutely nothing...Unless I could gather up people and we could fly during the night or during a certain time...This idea soon floated out of my head..I stretched and let out a giant yawn. My stomach growled like a tiger, I needed to go to the feast and quick! Then I had class! Oh shizzle my nizzle!

I walked quickly to the hall and needed to eat. I was so upset that qudditch practice yesterday went so horrible. I mean I didn't get tackled by anyone, but still...This was terrible. I got the the hall and sat next to my friends. I ate eggs, bacon, and so much more.. I became very full...I soon forgot about the upsetting event of qudditch...

OOC: Can I change my character to be on the Quiditch team as a seeker?

BIC: I walked through the Griffindor common room and bumped into a griffindor girl who had just got up from the couch. I recognized her from the Griffindor Quiditch team. " Ronnie? Hi. Sorry about that." I said as I picked up my book from the floor. " Really sad we can't fly yet huh?" I said.

OOC: At Cyrus: Sure, that is fine.

BIC:

Professor Baudelaire walked back to her office. She had 3 hours until practice. She was going to make the best of it. She had asked a house elf to bring her up some brownies and there they were next to her favorite couch, along with a glass of milk. She sat down and got comfortable. Then she said a music charm so the room was filled with relaxing classical music. She closed her eyes and listened as she chewed the delicious brownies. Why were the students so hard to deal with? Why didn't they behave. There had to be some way she could control them...If not they would have to be banned from the festival...yes that was the only option left...she thought as she took a sip of milk.

cyrus2hip594 wrote:OOC: Can I change my character to be on the Quiditch team as a seeker?

BIC: I walked through the Griffindor common room and bumped into a griffindor girl who had just got up from the couch. I recognized her from the Griffindor Quiditch team. " Ronnie? Hi. Sorry about that." I said as I picked up my book from the floor. " Really sad we can't fly yet huh?" I said.

OOC: Hey Cyrus as you can see I already moved on into the great hall to eat...So I don't know how to talk to you LOL

as i walked to the common room, i realized classes hadn't started yet, every one was going down to breakfast. i was very hungry, but i didn't want to eat, especially in front of all those people that had been there yesterday. I felt really bad for what i did, and i was pretty sure Cyrus didn't mean to hit me with that spell. i just had a really bad day, but this didn't feel like the time to get over it. I really hadn't made any friends yet, so what happened yesterday, i think made things worse. people kept looking at me weird, then they'd turn around and whisper to a person by them. i walked into the common room and then went to where i was sleeping, and opened the my trunk by my bed. i had packed some caldron cakes from the train in it just in case i got hungry at night. I had decided to eat them now. i looked on my bed and i saw an excuse from classes note. it had a sticky-note attached and said it had been sent to all my teachers and it also said i was to stay and rest. i had no idea why. some girls had walked in and over to their beds, probably to get books, they were talking about a practice tonight, this was for the quidditch tournament. as soon as they saw me they stopped talking. they looked at me and then in a quiet whisper started talking to each other again. i only caught a few words of what they were saying, and they sounded like "she's...Ravenclaw's...Seeker..." i didn't catch the whole sentence. i wanted to know who it was. "they couldn't be talking about me," i thought, "there was no way that Professor Baudelaire would take me as seeker after what happened yesterday, was there...."

OOC: Oh Let me change that.

I was walking through the great hall and I sat next to Ronnie, a girl from the Quiditch team. " Hi Ronnie." I said. " Bummer we cant fly today." .

OOC : Hey Cyrus; you mind not changing your character so much? Gets me off track. All the stuff that happened before makes absolutely no sense now. Oh, and would we have classes? Since Harry's the only teacher and she's relaxing?

BIC : I sat in my room, and thought. I was thinking of just staying on the ground today, consider Professor yelled at me last time for flying, even thought she told us to monitor. I'll just stay on the ground; and if she asks why I'm not flying, I'll tell her cause she yelled at me yesterday for it. The last thing I wanted to do was cause more trouble. She already had a lot on her hands.

[OOC: It's been mentioned that we can say we've been to other classes, just not RP within those classes. Though it's also been mentioned that this is Saturday.]

OOC : Would we have school on Saturdays? I wasn't completely sure cause they don't actually specifically mention it.

MollyFlyer wrote:[OOC: Daize, there aren't any first-year students in the game.]

OOC:Weren't you a first year?

[OOC: Raban is a second-year.]

Professor Baudelaire walked out from her office. A new idea had just occurred to her. A punishment the students would hate but would be perfect if they misbehaved. Now, where could she find Argus Filch? She decided she would try his office first. She started climbing the staircase heading for the room where she had heard he was situated. As she got nearer, the hallways got darker giving it a gloomy mood.

MollyFlyer wrote:[OOC: Daize, there aren't any first-year students in the game.]

OOC: I'm a first year!!! hehehe, i like to start at the beginning and build up my characters.....

[OOC: Ah, sorry, Sandy! I should have looked closer at the profiles.]

OOC: thaz ok, haha, i always do that....

Luckily she found Argus Filch in his office. When she knocked he opened the door with a grumpy face. He had Mrs. Norris in his arms. He didn't invite her in to sit down, they just talked at the door but he agreed to do what she asked. Then Professor Baudelaire went up to her office once again.

I looked at the clock. We still had a few hours. I decided to take a little walk around Hogwarts, considering I didn't have any classes before 4:00. I left the Common Room, and walked around, taking everything in. I'll be leaving this school soon. This magical place had helped me so much.

After breakfast, Raban headed to the library. Madam Pince didn't care for pets, so he hid Sam in his bookbag until they were safely out of sight.

He knew he ought to review his Quidditch books before the practice this afternoon, but there were so many books he wanted to read . . . he picked one at random that caught his eye, An Anthology of Eighteenth Century Charms, and found a cozy nook to settle in and study.