Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry-The Roleplay

HarryLove13 wrote:OOC:

A couple of things.
I want to make sure everyone re-reads the first post. We hardly have any people so the only real class you can attend is one that has a teacher. I wanted to do the post-Voldemort era because it is easier since we don't have to deal with Death Eaters, Azkaban, and all the evil people. Can you guys please change your stories so they work this way? Not everyone has read all the books so they won't know what happened to Voldemort and everyone. Since he is defeated we won't be talking too much about that. Does that sound good? Thanks!

All right so no Transfigurations?

My Character ;

Spoiler:

OOC : In your first post you had said there was only a potions teacher, which was you. So I'll be heading to potions. I have no idea where Transfigurations came from.

BIC :

I walked to Potions class. My second to last year at Hogwarts. My grades were pretty good, no need to worry there. My OWLS had gone great last year. My parents were incredibly proud. Good thing I didn't have a sibling to be compared to. I opened the door and head into the class. Our teacher was already there. "Good morning, Professor," I greeted her. I sat in my seat, and got ready for my favorite class.

My books were held in my arms and I got ready for potions class. Some of my quills were in my right hand. I didn't see where I was going..
I accidentally stepped on my uniform and tripped.
CLUMP.
My books went flying and I hit the floor. My hands and arms protected my head from the fall. I was embarrassed everyone looked at me with surprising expressions, I didn't know what to do or think. I ran to pick up my books and quills. I ignored the looks and walked to potions class in a hurry. I walked in the giant room and saw the Professor. Some students were in their seats and I searched for a place to sit. I found one and headed toward my destination. I sat in the second row to the left and saw the Professor. I didn't say hello, I just wanted to finish class so I could play quidditch soon or eat lunch. I forgotten to eat breakfast because I had woken up late and only had five minutes to spare. I hope today we were going to learn something easy.

Raban moved with familiar ease through the shelves of the Hogwarts library. He had spent much of his first year exploring every nook and cranny of this vast store of knowledge, and the once-imposing room was now comfortably familiar.

He hadn't read everything there, by any stretch -- even if he didn't need to take time for classes and sleep, it would take several extended lifetimes to make his way through every last dusty tome -- but he'd gained a sense of which subjects were where. Even the older Ravenclaws had noticed this knack, and would occasionally ask him to help them track down something they needed for Muggle Studies or Arithmancy.

It was really one of the few times they approached him; most of the time, Raban found he prefered the company of books to people. Sure, they might disagree with you, but they'd be reasonable about it and present their case. That's why he spent his mornings, when he could, roaming the aisles and letting the silence sink in.

One book caught his eye, and he pulled it from the shelf. It was old, and a glance inside the cover showed him that no one had removed it from the library in fifty years. A shame, really -- some of the spells looked promising.

His watch chimed, warning him that he had only fifteen minutes until he needed to leave the library and head for breakfast in the Great Hall. He gave a sigh and made his way to the checkout desk; at least he'd have something to keep him awake in History of Magic.

[OOC: *salutes Harry* Happy to follow the rules. Also wanted to point out that Ravenclaw doesn't have a password -- see the Pottermore welcome letter to the house for further details]

OOC: ok sorry i thought it would be fun to make one up! and i didn't read the welcome letter, if you read my post on that topic i said i didn't want to read any until i got mine, i wanted to experience it myself, but ok! happy to oblige.

OOC: Thanks guys for fixing all that! I think things will run a little more smoothly now.


BIC: Professor Baudelaire looked at her watch again. It was time to begin. Finally. She stood up from her desk and immediately the class was silent. She didn't think she would have that effect so she smiled. "Hello class," she said. "Welcome to Potions. I am your new teacher Professor Baudelaire." She talked it a bright cheery voice and the class eagerly looked at her. She moved around the desk so she could be closer to them. "Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I was born in France and when I was three my parents and I moved to Scotland. I have spent most of my life there. I came to Hogwarts too a couple of years ago. Once I graduated I traveled the world searching for exotic potions materials. I found plenty and now I am ready to teach you about them." She glanced around. Everyone seemed to have their books so she said, "To begin, please open your books and read the first 9 pages of Chapter 1. You may begin."

Spoiler:

Potions potions potions. The teacher gave us directions and I got my book and turned to the pages she directly told us to do. My palm was against my face and I looked at the pages, it was going to be a long lesson.

I opened my book to Chapter 1, and started reading. Just an introduction to Potions. I remember when I learned how to make a Polyjuice Potion in my second year. It had had horrible results. Well, that's a very long story. I randomly snorted, remembering. I looked up to see everyone staring at me. I smirked slightly and went back to reading. I had a tendency to get sidetracked easily. I finally finished reading, and looked up and waited patiently for the teaching to begin..

i loved potions. it was so much fun. i make small scale potions when i was little and snuck stuff out of my brother's trunk, but now i get to do the real thing! i opened my potions book and started reading. i read about all different kinds of items that we would be using. they were all exotic, at least to me, i grew up away from magic, my parents sure acted like muggles, they didn't use any magic around the house and they didn't tell us that we had magic until our letters came. but anyways, i accidentally read on too far, but apparently the teacher hadn't started doing anything yet so i kept reading. it was interesting all these different terms, i wondered how Professor Baudelaire got access to all these different ingredients. i apparently was starring off into space, because some one poked me in the shoulder, signaling me that it was time to pay attention. i didn't know who it was that poked me, i turned to them, hoping they would give an introduction.

Claire looked around the classroom. All her students were behaving so wonderfully. She hoped this continued for the rest of the year. While they quietly finished the chapter she had assigned she pulled out all the ingredients she had put in the old cauldron. She set them up on a long wooden table on the side of the room. When all the students had finished reading she said to them, "I hoped all of you enjoyed the chapter. Now I want you all to come up to this table and pick and ingredient. Only take one and then go back to your seat. Then take out a parchment scroll and describe your ingredient please. You may start."

OOC: Please write the description of your ingredient here so I can make something up based from that.

I watched as our Professor put different ingredients on the table, and instructed us to pick one. I got up and walked to the table, looking at my many options. Their were the strangest ingredients; but only one seemed to catch my eye. It was a claw of some sort. I picked it up and walked to my desk and opened my book, looking it up. It was a Griffin Claw. I took out a parchment scroll and a quil and ink and started writing. I first drew the claw on top, and then started a description.

" This is a Griffin Claw. A Griffin is a creature with the front of an eagle and the back of a lion. You cannot tell whether the claws are from the talons of the eagle half of the animal, or the claws of the lion half. Griffins are usually used for guarding, and are known as fierce creatures, but most people befriend them. "

"Wow!" i thought as the techer put out the ingerdients and told us to pick one. i walked up and there was one name that caught my eye. "Veela Hair" i was delighted to see such a rare substance. i picked it up and took it to my table. i looked at it closely. it was a blond hair, and it seemed to glow. i poped the cork off and smelled it, it was a sweet odor, but i couldn't put my finger on what it smelled like. i wrote all this down on a piece of parchment. i also included that veela hair was suitable as a wand core but could be temperamental. i included that there are few veela know to humanity, these include the mascots for Bulgarian quiddich team and the grandmother of Fleur Delcore. I was proud of my work when i turned it in, but i wasn't sure if my teacher would be. i also brought up the vile with the veela hair and turned it in, too. and i sat back at my seat. i was hoping i did well enough, i only know certain things about veela because i learned them from my friend, whose aunt has a grandma who is a veela, and i also hang around in the library a lot too, i don't have many friends, so, i dont know too much, but im proud of what i do.....

"Once you are done describing your ingredient please put it back on the table and then you are dismissed. Your homework, which is due next class is to find a potion that uses your ingredient and describe the qualities of the potion and how it is made," Professor Baudelaire said. The students started to get up and walk. "Oh," she said. "I almost forgot, Headmistress McGonagall asked me to tell you all that a school-wide Quidditch practice will take place tonight on the field to prepare for the International Quidditch Festival."

The professor set ingredients on the tables. We had to pick things and describe it...The homework assignment was to find what it could do...Blah blah blah... And a qudditch international thing tonight! I can't wait! Now for the ingredients.. I looked from left to right, they were all very strange looking (no doubt about it) There it was, a brown clay ball. It looked like an ordinary brown ball, but it was labeled Bezoar. Bezoar sounded familiar.. Oh yes! My aunt was once poisoned by a witch that lived next to her and my uncle saved her using the bezoar!

I described the bezoar writing intently with my quill.

It looks like an ordinary stone, brown ball of clay, and its made of minerals.

I turned the paper in and left. I noted myself in my head about the homework assignment..

"This is going to be easy!" I said. I made my way to the field.

OOC: my character hasn't joined the quidditch team yet so, yeah....

Wow! Whole school quidditch practice! i wanted to watch so much.
i wish i could play, but first years never make their house teams. except Harry potter, i wanted to be as good of a quidditch player as he was. All the summers i could, after my brother made his team, i practiced being a seeker, i trained my eyes to be able to see something the size of a snitch from about 15 feet away. i can also do an almost perfect wonky feint! i hurt myself a lot learning that one, even broke my brother's broom a couple times. I had never seen a quidditch player, except my brother and sister, i couldn't wait until this international quidditch tournament! i also wanted to meet my house players. i couldn't wait, i just wish i could be allowed to play, if only they needed a seeker.....

[OOC -- not going to describe the class itself, but I'm going to mention that Raban was in a class of his own while the fifth-years had Potions. I hope that's all right.]

Raban left his Charms class with a grin. The school-wide Quidditch tryouts were interesting enough to grab his attention, even though he didn't care much for the sport. But he loved to fly, and as a second-year he'd been permitted to bring his broom with him. A Comet 360, not the fastest broom on the market by a longshot, but a reliable broom that offered a smooth ride. It had been a birthday present from his Aunt Marian, who had commented that she'd encourage anything that would get his nose out of dusty old books for a change since his parents wouldn't.

Maybe he could try out for Chaser; it didn't require staying in the same spot the whole game, like a Keeper, or having everyone rely on you to win, like the seeker, and he certainly didn't have the build to be a beater. As much as he loved the library, even he had to admit that his aunt might be right. Having quidditch practice would be good motivation to ensure he got outside now and then.

I put the ingredient on her desk; and handed in my parchment. Quidditch tryouts? I was going for beater. I had been Gryffindor's beater since my 2nd year. It had been 3 years so far. They were bound to atleast put me in consideration. We had hardly lost any games these last 3 years. I headed towards the field for my next class. We had tryouts in the evening.

OOC : It would be our next class right now; right? Since tryouts are supposedly in the evening, there should be another class in between. But do we have a teacher?

OOC: well, we have no other teachers so that means no other classes..... and it's quidditch practice not try-outs, i think thats what harry said in the post....

I went to the rest of my class, being unmotivated me... Lessons were long and boring. I learned new spells, wrote essays about it(probably a mile long), trying to see the future, and things. I needed to focus though, to do well in my future tests. What to do in my future life... I mean like I had to get a job when I grew up..

Thorn, my owl came to me during lunchtime break. I have gotten a letter.

Hello darling,

It is your mum! How is Hogwarts? Dad says his greetings and tells you to behave. Good luck on your tests this year and do well!

Wow, I thought. This was a pretty short letter.. Usually she writes how much she misses me and talks about random things.. It's really nice though.. I think I shall write back. I took my quill and wrote words...

Hello mum and dad,

Hogwarts is good, its only my first day. I just gotten through some classes and there's qudditch practice tonight. I hope you are all doing well, see you soon!

From Ronnie

I saw a croissant on the golden plate. It was the last one... I hoped nobody would mind if I took it, i thought..I took it and ate it. It was delicious, golden brown and melted in your mouth. I felt better from all the school work.

OOC: Some of you guys who are mentioning you want other classes, may i point out, I said no other classes but that doesn't mean you can't talk about something that happened in another class or the homework you got from that class. You can also practice spells.

Also a little info on the International Quidditch Festival. I'm not going to say a lot about it right now but it will be an event that will happen at Hogwarts. No-one knows what exactly the school-wide practice is for, there will be try-outs, if you attend you will find out what


BIC:
Professor Baudelaire was in her room folding her clothes. All of a sudden she heard a rapping on her bedroom window. She went over and opened it. A sleek gray owl hopped in. It was carrying a small parchment roll in its beak. Professor Baudelaire grabbed a snack from a little tray and took the letter, then she gave the owl the snack which it munched happily. As she opened the scroll the owl flew away. The parchment was written in black ink, it was a messy scrawl. It was from Headmistress McGonagall, but her writing wasn't this messy! As Professor Baudelaire read the scroll she realized why. Professor McGonogall was leaving to the Ministry for urgent business and she had left Claire in charge for a short while. She asked her to look over the Quidditch practice. Professor Baudelaire beamed, she had always loved Quidditch when she was a little girl. She was so glad that Headmistress McGonagall had already gone over the procedures for the Quidditch practice. She sighed and went to go look for her broom...

Name: Cleo Tad
Position: Normal Student
House: Ravenclaw
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Appearance: Deep brown hair which reaches her shoulder, and big brown eyes, and fat lips. Wears lots of eyeliner, and always wears a locket passed down from generations of her family, which has an ovular sapphire in it.
Personality: Is a rebel, doesn't like to study, and is usually late. A powerful witch, and loves to fight. She doesn't speak much of her parents, since she doesn't get along with them very well, and is an only child. Although she would seem like the coolest kid around, she usually talks to younger kids, and the paintings she passes by. Is smart, and very artistic. Loves to draw and write poems. Very clumsy, cannot ride a broom.
Other: Favorite class is potions, and least favorite class is History of Magic.

Daize wrote:Name: Cleo Tad
Position: Normal Student
House: Ravenclaw
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Appearance: Deep brown hair which reaches her shoulder, and big brown eyes, and fat lips. Wears lots of eyeliner, and always wears a locket passed down from generations of her family, which has an ovular sapphire in it.
Personality: Is a rebel, doesn't like to study, and is usually late. A powerful witch, and loves to fight. She doesn't speak much of her parents, since she doesn't get along with them very well, and is an only child. Although she would seem like the coolest kid around, she usually talks to younger kids, and the paintings she passes by. Is smart, and very artistic. Loves to draw and write poems. Very clumsy, cannot ride a broom.
Other: Favorite class is potions, and least favorite class is History of Magic.

Accepted

BIC:
Professor Baudelaire was in her room folding her clothes. All of a sudden she heard a rapping on her bedroom window. She went over and opened it. A sleek gray owl hopped in. It was carrying a small parchment roll in its beak. Professor Baudelaire grabbed a snack from a little tray and took the letter, then she gave the owl the snack which it munched happily. As she opened the scroll the owl flew away. The parchment was written in black ink, it was a messy scrawl. It was from Headmistress McGonagall, but her writing wasn't this messy! As Professor Baudelaire read the scroll she realized why. Professor McGonogall was leaving to the Ministry for urgent business and she had left Claire in charge for a short while. She asked her to look over the Quidditch practice. Professor Baudelaire beamed, she had always loved Quidditch when she was a little girl. She was so glad that Headmistress McGonagall had already gone over the procedures for the Quidditch practice. She sighed and went to go look for her broom...

Continued:

Professor Baudelaire cleared her throat, "Attention students, today is the first practice for a grand Quidditch event that will take place here at Hogwarts. Everyone please take your brooms and head to the Quidditch Field. First years, you will receive brooms from Hagrid at the broom shack. PLEASE DO NOT RIDE YOUR BROOMS. Teachers will be the only ones riding brooms, for safety. Once everyone is seated in the stands we will explain how this is going to work. Team Quidditch players, please report to your dressing room for further explanation. I hope to see everyone there." Professor Baudelaire muttered a spell and her voice became normal once more. She had used a special charm that allowed her voice to be projected throughout the school. Even students that were asleep would hear the message inside their heads. She hoped no one would wonder why she was conducting the event and not Headmistress McGonagall. She had asked her not to mention her whereabouts to the students. Clair grabbed her Nimbus 2023 broom and headed out the door. She hoped she could beat the crowds of students so everything would be organized. This was her first time receiving a special request from Headmistress McGonagall and she was determined to make her proud.

I went to the field; and practiced my flying. It was exhilarating. The wind brushed my face and showed me a whole world above ground. Which is why I loved Quidditch. The thrill of it was just so great. I flew around for a while; practicing my swing. I find being a beater a great exercise for anger management; it's the only place I'm allowed to take all my anger out. I flew around for a while more; and then landed on the ground. I walked out and headed towards the Gyriffindor Common Room. I had a few hours; and wanted to make sure my potion's homework was finished so I wouldn't have to do it later.

I sat on the sofa, and took out a parchment scroll. I started writing about the Griffin Claw.

" Used in Strengthening Solutions. Strengthening Solution is a potion that presumably increases the drinker's strength. It is brewed in at least two stages, requiring several days to mature in between, and two of the ingredients used to make it are; salamander blood and powdered Griffin claw. It may be related to the Strength Potion. "

I closed the scroll and went up to my bed; putting it in my chest. I glanced at the clock; I still had time. I headed to the Great Hall for a snack.

OOC : I got the potion information from Wiki; hope you don't mind. I have no idea about these potions and stuff; I just like the idea of being in Harry Potter