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Post by Fate on Nov 1, 2010 12:55:55 GMT -5
Well, here we are! We’ll start out mild for the first time, so as to let everyone get used to it. Well except Alex. He gets walloped with it. Adrien JacquesHeadmaster of Hogwarts Jessica starts dating a shopkeeper. The man is a widower, and he has a four-year old daughter.Alecsander Malice KamerenAuror Alex’s injuries put him in a coma until nearly the end of October. When he returns to consciousness he feels weaker because some of his magic was siphoned before he was rescued. He may or not regain it over time.Jaxon Bronx PietriCare of Magical Creatures Professor Jaxon was out feeding the thestrals in preparation for his sixth and seventh year class when a yearling got overly excited and bit him. He had to go to the Hospital Wing. {Degree of severity and length of recovery up to Jaxon}.Maxime Kristopher Kameren Son of Curse Kameren. General trouble maker. Max had been causing trouble for a group of Gryffindors. Finally they managed to get their hands on him and used him for Transfiguration practice. He spent nearly four hours as a fuzzy teapot with bunny ears before being unTransfigured by someone. {Choice up to Curse}.Amara DeocarisUnspeakable, Department of Mysteries Amara discovered the intended use and purpose of an object called the Rose of Illiad.Elle CallahanHealer-in-training Elle was training in the Maternity ward. Her mentor had a difficult case, finally after weeks of complications two young boys were born prematurely. The older son was small but healthy, however the younger son, although weighing two pounds more, was born with Down syndrome.Sienna Andormeran1st year, Gryffindor Sienna’s father found out about her mother’s visit to the school.
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Post by Amara Deocaris on Nov 1, 2010 18:32:09 GMT -5
Amara Mara looked at the object in her hand, the 'Rose of Illiad'. It had been harmless-looking when it came to her, but then in the Mysteries the most ordinary objects could have amazing properties.This one, however... Amara read through the passage again, the only mention of the Rose she had found in over a week of searching. It would be difficult to accept the conclusions of only one source, but proving it true -- might very well land her in Azkaban. A small smirk was on her face as she glanced at the Rose again. After her stint fighting the sigbin the week before last, she had gained a certain amount of confidence when handling objects. Not really fearless, but reaching there. "They didn't call it the Department of Mysteries for nothing." (thread to come. who wants to join Mara in another caper 'round the Mysteries? XD) Arkin Andormeran (via Sienna) "She what?!" The shout echoed through Belle Terre and a mini-whirlwind of man suddenly whooshed from the manor to the Floo Gate. Dragging the house servant with him (half of their servants were human, since Sadira found the house elves creepy) Arkin Andormeran paused at the gate. "Tell me again, in exact detail, what my darling wife --" Andormeran paused, his face looking disgusted at the word, "-- has done now." The stuttering servant could barely talk, tendrils of ash blonde hair curling over a red, perspiring face. She had crumpled her small white cap so severely, it looked as if it would never recover. "S-S-She mentioned that t-t-the Head-d-d..." the house servant gulped at the glare Andormeran gave. "T-t-the Headmaster s-s-should know about... the little miss." said the house servant, ending in a small whisper. "What time did she leave?" "A-a-about an h-h-hour or so ago, milord." stuttered the servant. Andormeran nodded. Just enough time for Sadira to do something stupid. Merlin, why I ever married that woman I do not know. He stalked to the Floo Gate, throwing some Floo powder on the fireplace. "The Three Broomsticks." (Woot, a very very angry male coming right up to Hogwarts! Yey!) ------ This is just my take on how my characters accept what Fate decreed. If you have some other way, or in just it directly affecting a thread you are already on, that's fine. But you all have to acknowledge receiving this Fate in this thread.
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Post by Jaxon Bronx Pietri on Nov 3, 2010 21:39:58 GMT -5
Jaxon Thestrals were one of his favorite magical creatures. Dangerous though they were, he always enjoyed their company, bringing them treats of raw meat on occasion. The herd was very used to him by now and accepted him as one of their own. Jaxon, being the experienced professor he was, knew not to give the skeletal creatures too much leeway. They were still wild animals and needed to be treated as such.
A yearling trotted over first to receive the first morsel of food. Usually, the professor would be happy to see this expression of trust, but this day felt different. Much different. Suddenly, Jaxon found himself lying on his back on the ground, his breath taken away and a throbbing pain somewhere in his body.
What had happened? Would the thestrals turn on him and think of him as food? Was there even anyone around to help him?
[Who wants to join Jax? He's going to need some help getting back to the castle, that's for sure.]
I accept his fate, by the way. I'm eager to start. :]
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Post by Alex Kameren on Nov 4, 2010 1:16:12 GMT -5
Did those in comas dream?
Alex didn't know... he didn't consider the question, either. Sometimes he thought he dreamed, but for the most part he was simply sitting. It had the feel of a room, though he couldn't see anything in the darkness. As time went by, he grew more impatient and started to pace, though he couldn't have said that he'd felt any sense of time.
It was during one such burst of activity that a narrow white slit appeared in front of him. He advanced forward, getting his fingers wedged in the crack, he attempted to widen it. However, no matter how he pried, the crack refused to budge, in fact it grew smaller, snapping shut on his fingers. He tugged his hand free, looking at them for signs of harm, the light had seemed sharp. There was none.
On the outside, his eyelids flickered and his right hand clenched and unclenched once before relaxing. Alex went back to pacing the small black room.
[10/05/2020]
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Post by Curse Kameren on Nov 5, 2010 12:56:18 GMT -5
Dad still hasn't come home from Mungo's, Max Kameren wandered down the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a worried expression on the young boy's face, I wonder what's keeping him... His father had left in the middle of the night a few days prior, telling Max only that he was leaving because 'someone was hurt'. The young boy didn't understand, and would have asked more questions, if only his father had come home. Last he had heard, one of the teachers had informed him that he was at St. Mungo's. Max could only hope it wasn't for as long as last time.
The youngest Kameren tread lightly down the halls of the third floor, where classes were currently in session. He stopped, though; footsteps directly behind him stopped a split second after he did. He took a step. They took a step. And another. Max took off at a run, not bothering to look behind him. He knew who was after him.
Two rough hands caught Max on the shoulders and stopped him in his tracks, holding him in place as a third boy, much larger than the young Kameren and clad in the red of Gryffindor house, stopped in front of him. He pointed his wand directly in Max's face. The young boy closed his eyes, unable to open them again as they disappeared as the boy took the form of a teapot.
"That should teach him about messing with the students," The three boys laughed, turning away from the child as they dropped him. He clanged loudly on the ground, rolling into a corner on his side, waiting for someone to notice him and help.
Will turn this post into an rp soon. ^^
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