Study Area

[Graydon Ironshield]

And you don't seem the lying kind
A shame then I can read your mind
And all the things that I read there



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Tʜɪʀᴅ Yᴇᴀʀ |Ⅲ| Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ |Ⅲ| Hᴀʟғ-Bʟᴏᴏᴅ

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"Perhaps so," Selina said demurely, "but I would be required to take both years of the class contemporaneously in order to take the Art OWLs on time, and that might conflict with my other class schedules, but I think I will check it out. I enjoy drawing and painting."

Her ears seemed to perk up a bit when she heard the professor cooling the passions of a particularly amorous couple in the stacks nearby, and chuckled softly. She hoped she would be a bit more discreet when the opportunity presented itself, and she wished Layton would catch a few of the hints she'd sent his way, though it was possible he wasn't so sure how to respond. Sadly there really wasn't a manual for how to start relationships, and they had to learn how to handle them the hard way, just like everybody else.

"Oh, I doubt they ever engaged in such things here," she said softly. "The goat sacrifices were done in conjunction with the Lupercalia fertility rites, which the Romans observed. Their influence was gone from England almost a full millennium before Hogwarts was founded, and they never made it this far north. We're a good distance above the course of Hadrian's Wall. The whole bit with chocolate and cards is more of a modern convention, when they connected the concept of romantic love with the story of the saint's martyrdom. I'm sure the hippogriffs would have been quite beside themselves were they being sacrificed in such a fashion. They are sentient folk, you know; it would be like killing centaurs to create aphrodisiacs or something."


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Deviled Dregs





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Candle lit smile that we both share
and you know I don't mean to hurt you
But you know that it means so much
And you don't even feel a thing

 

[Deviled Dregs]

Hufflepuff │ Reserve Seeker │ Third Year

Layton's smile brightened as she spoke in her usual soft tone, something that he had grown accustomed to. It was just like Selina to be worrying about OWLs two years in advance, and it was one of the things he liked about her. Always thinking of what was ahead, although he did think she could take some moments to reflect on the present, and enjoy it. That's what he did, anyway. Maybe that was his downfall in certain areas, though. His grades in his more practical classes were not doing so well. But hey, most (if not all) of his friends were Ravenclaws, so he was never short of help.

As she explained how it was impossible for students to have ever taken part in such outlandish and primitive activities in lieu of the more standard Valentine's actions that were known today, Layton couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. Sometimes he forgot what it was like to talk to someone so smart. Every other word that came out of her mouth was a mystery to him. Another thing he liked about her, though. Others thought of her as a know-it-all, he thought of her as, well.. not much different, but in a good way. "I suppose you're right. Though, you usually are."

The dark-haired boy leaned back and sighed, running the tips of his fingers over the patch on his eye slightly. By now, he almost forgot it was there. Sighing out, he pushed out from his chair and stood up, now looking down at her. She may have been content with worrying about the future and past, but it didn't mean Layton did. She had to be stressing herself out with all this studying, and Layton was going to help her relax. He held his hand out for her to take. "Come on. You study so much it stresses me out. Be my date for a few hours and let's go do something fun, okay?"

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Graydon Ironshield

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[Graydon Ironshield]

And you don't seem the lying kind
A shame then I can read your mind
And all the things that I read there



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Tʜɪʀᴅ Yᴇᴀʀ |Ⅲ| Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ |Ⅲ| Hᴀʟғ-Bʟᴏᴏᴅ

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"Hmmm, I wonder sometimes," was all she would say about his assessment of her accuracy, at least on certain subjects.

When he stood up and offered his hand to her, Selina placed her hand in his. Tipping her head to one side, and looking up toward him with wide gray eyes. Smiling, she said in her soft voice, "I've waited all term to hear you ask that. Quo Vadis?"


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Deviled Dregs


Translation, from the Latin: Quo Vadis, 'where are we going?'




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Candle lit smile that we both share
and you know I don't mean to hurt you
But you know that it means so much
And you don't even feel a thing

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

☆ғɪʀsᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ☆Bʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ Dᴇsᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ☆ɢʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ☆

✮Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ Sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟᴇʀ✮
✮Dᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ I'ᴍ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ I'ᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ✮
✮Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ Fᴏᴏᴛsᴛᴇᴘs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ✮
✮Dᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ I'ᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ✮

Gideon had been trying to study his potions notes in the common room, but it had been loud and hectic there. How were people supposed to study?! With a resigned sigh, he shoved his potions book into his backpack, along with a book on learning sign language his mom had sent him. Chances were that he wouldn't run into Rhys... well, actually, he was going to the library... so he was going to see Rhys. Oh well. If not, he'd get some secret studying in. The boy gathered his crutches and paperwork, then started the long, tiring trek to the third floor.

With shock, he found it hadn't taken quite as long as normal to arrive. With that as a happy note, the blonde went into the library and headed for the study area. He looked around for a table, and surprise surprise... there was Rhys. A quiet chuckle slipped out, and Gid moved to the table. "Is this seat taken, or have your notes overtaken the world again?" A grin sat on Gid's lips, a happy twinkle in his eyes. No matter what, Rhys was his best friend.. and that meant casual teasing, no?

{OoC:}

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Diamond Wales

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

☆ғɪʀsᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ☆Bʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ Dᴇsᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ☆ɢʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ☆

✮Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ Sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟᴇʀ✮
✮Dᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ I'ᴍ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ I'ᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ✮
✮Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ Fᴏᴏᴛsᴛᴇᴘs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ✮
✮Dᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ I'ᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ✮

Gideon smiled at Rhys when they noticed each other. Rhys moved some of his stuff, allowing Gid to sit and dig his potions book from his bag. Casually, he made sure Rhys couldn't see the other book, as that was all part of a surprise. "No worries. I didn't really expect to come down here. There was too much noise in the Common Room." He grinned, setting out his notes onto the table. He wasn't very good at potions, which quite annoyed him. It should be so simple, but he didn't grasp something. Rhys' next note asked if he needed help, and mentioned he had his notes. Good. Rhys was an insane note-taker, which was always helpful. "Yes, actually. I'm stuck in Potions. It's the Wig... Wiggenweld? That one. I can't figure it out." He sighed, shaking his head. Cooking was easy, science had been easy, but combining the two with magic? Forget it! What made that class so complicated?! The teacher was super nice, there weren't many distractions (besides the depressing chill of the dungeons), and he usually got a partner, but still, it was nearly impossible. Stupid class.

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Diamond Wales

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

☆ғɪʀsᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ☆Bʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ Dᴇsᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ☆ɢʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ☆

✮Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ Sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟᴇʀ✮
✮Dᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ I'ᴍ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ I'ᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ✮
✮Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ Fᴏᴏᴛsᴛᴇᴘs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ✮
✮Dᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ I'ᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ✮

Gideon noticed Rhys' distaste when he mentioned the loud Gryffindor common room. Then again, the white-haired boy always seemed to like the type to hide in the quiet. What would happen if someone partied in the library? If... they lasted long enough to make it here, anyway. After mentioning the potion he needed help with, Rhys pulled out notes in his super tiny handwriting. From any distance, they were pretty much impossible to read. That made sense as to why Rhys played seeker... the crazy good eyesight. Rhys started writing another note, so Gid focused on that, then frowned a bit. "I... I'm not sure, is the problem. I thought I was doing it right, but it didn't turn out very good. Kinda looked like tar... Smelled bad too. And I have no clue where I screwed it up, just that I did." He shook his head again, splaying his notes out and comparing them to the book. He read side to side, then paused. "Wait.. never mind.. I found where I messed up. I was supposed to add five lionfish spines.. I forgot to write that step down." He thwacked himself in the forehead, sighing. It had been his fault, of course. He was good at cooking, but potions class was almost a foreign language. Not to mention the horribly gross ingredients.

{OoC:}

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Diamond Wales

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

☆ғɪʀsᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ☆Bʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ Dᴇsᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ☆ɢʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ☆

✮Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ Sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟᴇʀ✮
✮Dᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ I'ᴍ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ I'ᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ✮
✮Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ Fᴏᴏᴛsᴛᴇᴘs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ✮
✮Dᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ I'ᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ✮

Gideon was chuckling at his stupid mistake, then noticed that Rhys had gotten a laugh too. A quiet laugh, but that seemed to be enough. The ivory haired boy wrote out a note saying he volunteered to partner with Gid in potions. "Really?! I need the help. I have a bad feeling that that wasn't my only mess up. It's annoying! I know how to follow directions, and even to cook... but I can't figure out the dang class." He sighed, a bit annoyed that he had to wait until fifth year to get out of that class... and Herbology. That was an even worse class. Gid glanced at Rhys' notes, scribbling down a few that the Ravenclaw had. Had he missed them in class, or was Rhys just that super smart? Probably both. Speaking of super smart, Rhys offered up help anywhere else, so Gid shot him a smirk. "You think I would walk all the way to the library for help in one class? Nope. I can't figure the maths in Transfiguration... and the class kinda worries me. Super creepy. Anyway, how's your maths skill?" He pulled out his transfiguration notes, not worried that his book was upstairs, because Rhys probably had his copy... and if not, they were in a library.

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[Vampire Toy]

He figured that being a first year was going to be hard, but Ralph would never have thought that being a wand owner would be so difficult. In his first week at Hogwarts, Ralph learned that he was a clumsy flyer, a terrible botanist, and his wand wouldn't even obey the simplest of spells! He was supposed to be a wizard just like his cousins, just like his entire family. If he was supposed to be a wizard like them, why was he having such a hard time getting the hang of magic? Wasn't it natural?

Even growing up, Ralph hadn't exuded much of his innate magical abilities. He had heard stories about kids throwing tantrums and making the furniture levitate or making nearby glasses pop like firecrackers. Ralph never had this problem. He'd never even personally witnessed it. Magic was around him his whole life -- his mom used it to clean the house and his dad did it for work, for example -- so why couldn't he successfully perform Wingardium Leviosa? Or fly properly on a broomstick? These were things that muggleborns should struggle with, not people like Ralph.

Before him stretched a wide selection of textbooks that he was required to have for his classes at Hogwarts. Some of them were his mother's while others were his father's; they were all used, with maybe one new book. Its binding was very clear to Ralph: A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch. Ralph was a hair's width away from knocking all the books off the table.

Instead, he grabbed for the Transfiguration book since it happened to hold his eye the longest with its golden font, "Transfiguration," Ralph whispered as he opened the cover. The pages were fine between his fingers, not as crinkly as the rest of his books, and they were missing a few of the stains characteristic of the others.

The first chapter discussed the basics of Transfiguration. Ralph had already been to the class and had learned about the formula to keep in mind. He had learned about the four categories of Transfiguration: transformation, vanishment, conjuration, and untransfiguration. Ralph had even learned of the dangers involved and the risks he took trying to transfigure something.

He still thought he should give it a shot.

In front of him laid a match, the first of Ralph's victims. He wanted to transfigure it into a needle, which he knew was possible from thumbing through the book earlier. It was in... chapter four? "Nope," Ralph turned to the chapter and realized it was the chapter on Beetle Buttons. Not the one he wanted. He checked the next chapter.

Acusignis, the chapter header read. Ralph could feel the goosebumps raise on his arms as he skimmed the chapter. It seemed fairly simple enough. It was a "point-and-speak" sort of spell, which Ralph was fairly certain he could do. For the most part.

Ralph pulled his wand from his robes and cleared his throat. In his mind, the first year repeated the spell over and over in his head, making sure he had the incantation correct before he attempted anything. The wand he had received was beech, which meant that the color of it was pale. Almost like sand. The hand made a beautiful teardrop shape before being capped at the bottom with a design of a python coiled in a ball. The shaft had a single spiral up to the tip of the wand, looking vaguely like the alicorn of a unicorn. Ralph thought it was ironic, considering the core of his wand was an unicorn's tail hair.

"Acusugnis," The end of the wand pointed towards the match. Nothing happened. Ralph stared at the match, waiting for something to magically occur. Maybe it needed a second to catch up? Ralph waited a full two minutes before he declared defeat. He tried again, glancing at the textbook to make sure he had the correct word, "Acusugnis!" Ralph tried a little louder. Maybe he wasn't saying it clearly enough? The first year was starting to get a little frustrated with his progress.

It was moments like these that he wished Effy was around.



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Ralph is available to chat with anyone who's interested in chatting with him xD

 

[murruelecreuset]

Raymond Ara Yuko
First Year Slytherin
Pureblood

Location : Library - Study Area

Classes had started and Ray still hadn’t really made any friends. In fact one blond kid in his house already hated him (most likely). Regardless of that Ray was adjusting to life at Hogwarts. Classes weren’t overly interesting to say the least and he missed his pet snake at home. Alas, he would have to wait till next year to bring his beloved serpent to school with him. Despite school being just that, school. Ray didn’t have a problem with most of the subjects. He could take or leave History, Herbology was fine, anything spell based was interesting to a point, and don’t even get him started on flying (useless subject for what it was). However even those classes didn’t have his undivided attention. No, his interests lied in the art of potion making.

However, even with his love for potions, Ray found himself in the library hoping to work on some other subjects. Since he could make a potion with his eyes closed (complete over exaggeration), the Slytherin figured he would concentrate on transfigurations, or charms… maybe even history (although that’s pushing it). Walking through the library with his books in hand however, his attention was stolen by a Slytherin boy that happened to be in his year. What was that kid's name… Ralph? Yeah, that had to be it. Thinking about going over he decided against it preferring to be alone. He usually kept to himself anyways, that’s just how Ray was.

That thought changed however when Ray passed by the desk cluttered with books. ‘How can anyone work like that…?’ he thought before hearing Ralph attempting the match to needle transfiguration spell. Stopped a little ways away from the table Ray closed his eyes for a moment. ‘Don’t turn around… don’t turn around…’ he thought before going against his better judgement. ‘Idiot,’ Ray mentally chastised himself as he turned around and walked right over to Ralph. He seemed to be having no luck at his task to transfiguring the match. ‘Not your problem, don’t get involved.’ He told himself only ignoring himself once again.

“Have you tried visualizing it?” Ray asked rather point blank and out of the blue, not caring one way or another as he held his books in his arms. Not exactly a great start at this conversing thing but it was better than nothing. Perhaps he could help Ralph with it and in the process gain an ally. You never know.

Status: Curious...
With: Ralph

Wearing: Slytherin Uniform

OOC: Thought I'd get to know a fellow Housemate


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Vampire Toy



Hrm, rather intelligent, I see...
Not to mention you seem to have a tendency to think of yourself first...
I do believe this house is the perfect fit for you...
Slytherin!

 

[murruelecreuset]

Location: Library - Study Area

Even though school had only just started about a month or two ago, Grace had been either in the common room or in the library drilling her head with information. Germaine Umber was probably so used to seeing her every day that the Ravenclaw was like a permanent fixture. Usually she was the type to focus on her studies but as life would have it, her habits increased tenfold. Some could say she practically lived in textbooks except when she was on the Quidditch pitch during practice. It wasn’t even OWL year and she made it seem like it was. Her reasoning, a white haired boy named Rhys made her question herself. Not knowing what else to do she spent all her time with her studies so she wouldn’t think about it.

It had gotten colder, so Grace found herself with a cozy sweater as she sat in the study area of the library. For the moment however she was had her head in a potions book. Perhaps it was unusual considering potions happened to be her sister’s thing. As she had the book open in front of her she made some notes for further review before rubbing her head. It was now noon and she still hadn’t eaten anything. Not that she cared usually her cousin made sure she ate something but he was probably busy being prefect. Though, Grace wasn’t hungry anyways and she didn’t care if eating was probably a good idea. Of course her stomach said otherwise and she continued on staring at book in front of her.




Status: Concentrating... Focused... Hungry
With: No one...

Wearing: Cozy Casual

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Lily the Rabbit

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Jade Galaksylph

Well you certainly know what you want.
And I won't argue with such a mind as yours.
Ravenclaw!

 

[Julian Galaksylph]

Avian Zechariah Lovette

◆ Third Year ◆ Pureblood ◆ Music Lover ◆ Ravenclaw ◆ First-born ◆

Lying in my backyard, head is facing skyward
I'd imagine all the things that I could be
A pilot or a fighter, an astronaut or writer
Anything except just being (me)




And oh, the bells would start to ring
Words came to my head and I would start to sing




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Avian had to force himself and motivate himself to study these electives his father wanted him to take for the Ministry and he never liked it. Like seriously? Ghosts and Ghouls studies? Who the heck loves Ghosts and Ghouls studies? They're basically just studying about dead people... at night! It's ridiculous, did his father NOT know that he hated Ghouls so much? He HATED ghouls, he was scared of those... living corpses. He would rather work at his Uncle's ministry job than being in the Poltergeist Unit!

He was carrying a small stack of books, as if he was trying to be minimal as possible. But despite the small amount, it really seemed heavy to him. Maybe it was the real lack of dueling or the real lack of Quidditch, he supposed he should consider applying for the Dueling Club. While think about it he happened to see a girl, who wore the cozy colors of blue and white,. He could always assume that she was maybe older than him, or the other way around. But who knows? She looked like she knows what was going on in the school to be at least experienced. But it was strange, he could've sworn that he always saw her with a book in the common room, she was definitely a Ravenclaw if he did. Strangely, he hadn't seen her back at the Great Hall having lunch, especially when he's been in the Great Hall for long minutes. Approaching her at least in a friendly way, he spoke to her, "Hey, didn't I see you at the Common Room back in the tower? You seemed really busy, are there OWLs coming your way?"



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With the *moon as the spotlight* that shines on me
And the stars were the *lighters* in the air
And the wind screaming loud sounded just like a crowd
And I swore I was already there and I'd howl at the moon



◆ 5' 7 ft ◆ 158 lbs ◆ 13 Years Old ◆

◆ Thinking : "I hate these electives. So. Much."
◆ With : Grace Mitchell
◆ Attire : Uniform

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