Hogwarts Convention

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i walked into the great hall, and the name didnt lie!

it was a huge room with four long tables and a table at the far end for the teachers

i walked along, not knowing where to go, as this was my first time at hogwarts and i was an only child

i saw there were plates and goblets on the tables, some empty, some full, and some halfway, they were at every table

i sat down in a far corner, i didnt really know who to make friends with or not, i sat a few seats away from a girl who looked like she was trying to sleep

the second i sat down, a few slices of pizza appeared, that was weird

"well, atleast im away from home" i mutterd, eating the pizza
 
"Pizza," murmured Cerridwen, still half-asleep. Slowly, as though not sure to believe it or not, she looked up. It was all she could do to resist reaching out and taking a slice from the boy's plate. She hadn't eaten in a very long time. "Home?" she asked, sleepily, subconsciously. "Nowhere is home." Closing her eyes again to prevent herself from becoming even hungrier, she rested her head once more against the cool surface of the long table.
 
"if your hungry take some" i said, i had an uncanny ability to know these things, like i could read their mind almost

i held out a slice to her

"i know how you feel, here i am, trapped in the middle of nowhere, i left to go out on a journy of sorts, and i get a letter out of the blue about this" i said "i had been traveling for weeks, living off the earth, and all that, this is the first actuall meal ive had in a long time"

i put the slice on her plate, just incase she didnt want it now, but i knew she did

i took my goble and poured some pumpkin juice into hers

"now pumpkin juice, that im farmiliar with" i said jokingly
 
"Th-thanks," stuttered the girl gratefully, looking with wide eyes at the slice of pizza on her plate. She wanted to believe it was just an act of kindness, but she didn't, probably because she wasn't used to such things. Why was this boy being nice to her? Was it a trap? He must want something from her, there was no other reason.... She knew this was just her suspicious nature kicking in, but still decided not to let down her guard just yet. "What's your name?" she asked, raising the goblet to her lips.
 
"its stanlex and dont be afraid, i wont hurt you" i said "remember, i was living in the wild for teh last year, stupid powers and all"

it was true, i dont even know why i had said this, mainly because everytime i had gotten mad, or happy, something around me burst into flames, i was a freak, so i left my home, adn now, from spending so much time with nature, my powes have developed even more, making it so i can read minds almost
 
The girl beside her had spoken, but it was directed towards some sort of food. "Pizza?" she says quietly to herself. Suprisingly, she has never heard of it. Being a pureblood, they never ate muggle food, their family being respected amongst the wizarding world. Of course, not one knew of her existance; why would any respectable family mention a werewolf?

Her eyes look at the two chatting, but does nothing. Now, however, her head was on the table. She did not get any sleep at all, and she was worn to the bone. A new cut had snaked its way across her belly, perhaps she cut it on a fence that night...it was hard to tell. Her mind was numb during that point, and she had forgotten to take the potion. No wonder her father left in such a hurry.
 
i saw a girl down teh table go ridgid, i had seen that kind of behavior

'could she be, nah, no way' i thought 'shes no wherewolf'

i went back to eating my pizza, completely un aware of my surroundings
 
"Yes," Andrew asked as he turned around when he was poked. His eyes grew wide as he saw who was behind him. At the same time she shouted, Andrew shouted equally loud, "Hailey!"

"I didn't know you were a witch," Andrew said when he couldn't yell any longer. "I thought bother of your parents were...uh...unmagical, you know, like mine. Or is there something you've been hiding from me?" Andrew asked as he made room for Hailey to sit beside him, finally glad to find a familiar face. "I kind of don't fit in," Andrew muttered as he looked at himself and around at the others who were dressed in robes. "They dress funny here."
 
"Legilimency?" said Cerridwen suddenly, looking up at the boy. She wasn't sure what she meant; she had never even heard the word before. But nonetheless, she said it, staring at him with mild curiousity.

What did she mean? She was confused by her own behavior. What the heck was 'legilimency' anyway? And why was she still trying to talk to him in the first place? Puzzled, she put her head back on the table, wishing she could just vanish into it.
 
Name: Nixon Shanen
Gender: Male
Description: Nixon has the look of a Death Eater-in-the-making. Evil, in other words. His eyes are icy blue, and his hair, which reaches to the bottoms of his ears, is pale blond. His skin is a light tan. His eyes have an evil glint to them.
Personality: Nixon rather prefers solitude. He likes to read about the Dark Arts and thinks DADA is stupid. He is a supporter of Voldemort, always x-ing out "you-know-who" in the Daily Prophet and instead putting "the Dark Lord".
House: Slytherin
Background: Nixon was born in Redding California, and moved to London at the age of 10. He's an Animagi, a snake, to be exact...

Dunno if this is too late, I just wanted to try out my newest HP char...
 
She raised her head, looking at the boy with vacant eyes. She had felt his stare on her body, and it was rather unpleasant. Tucking her hand with the bite mark on it under her hand, she opens her mouth to speak. Her voice was quiet, however it was expected of one with her character.

"Why were you looking at me?" she murmurs, looking down.
 
Jordan arrived late. He wore a white button up shirt and a blue tie along with black dress pants and matching leather shoes. Looking smart was part of his daily routine in these occasions. He looked around. A few late students also came in. Jordan walked in, looking around. He wasn't surprised at all. Being a muggle himself, Jordan enjoyed Basketball, and just by looking at one boy in a muscle shirt and basketball shorts, he knew he was not alone. A few tall boys stood, crowding around girls. They looked like ballers to him. Jordan smiled. He brushed his hair into a more casual look and walked towards the table. It was crazy. Juices that were neon green and pink. Juices with 3 layers without somehow contaminating each other. Curious, Jordan took one of the 3 layered juices up, surprised to see that each layer was a different juice. Jordan set the empty glass on the table and looked around for teachers. He sighted one and approached her.

"Excuse me miss." Jordan began softly.

"What is it dear?" THe professor replied. She was a rather old woman, but a kind look was on her face.

"Is there a Basketball court around here?" Jordan asked, stubbornly.

"Great Wizards born Muggles..." The woman muttered. "The sport here is called Quidditch, but if you do want to play your 'Basketball' the closest thing we have here is throwing quaffles into the hoops." Before Jordan could interrupt, the woman continued. "It would be played on broomsticks but seeing as you're still new and you had no flying lessons, then standing and throwing the Quaffle in is it for you. If you're good, you might be the Chaser."

Jordan nodded, and went outside to the fields.

((OOC - When is this? Is this an Alternate Universe (one with no Harry Potter, after Harry Potter or before?))
 
((OOC - Black Winter Wolf, you need some work on your overall grammar and spelling. Assuming that the 'Ummm hello am I missing something here' was a question and it is speech, you should have speech marks around them and end with a question mark. Go and read some of the Role Playing Help threads for more help.))

The fields were big. Naturally, Jordan went to the nearest one and took off his shoes and then muttered a small chant, which turned his dress shoes into sports shoes.

"I love magic." Jordan said to himself. He put the sports shoes on and stood for a few seconds. After a bit of thought, Jordan muttered the chant to his shirt and pants, turning them into a white T-shirt with a design of his favorite 'Muggle' Basketball Team, the Houston Rockets and black basketball pants with the same 'R' logo.

Some wizard-born and wizard-raised people sighted Jordan, and much chat went on about it being an unknown Quidditch team.

A few cages of balls were in the corner. Some normal red ones: Quaffles, and another one with the same, but with a sign labelled 'Quidditch'* on it. Curious as he was, Jordan took one of the Quidditch Quaffles. He threw it lightly to get a feel of it, but to much surprise, the Quaffle went further than he thought.

((* - Assuming that the Quaffles used in Quidditch matches are somehow designed so that they'd stay up in the air.))
 
OOC: Sorry guys, but I have to leave this RP. I just can't keep up with it, and now that my own RP's back all my efforts must be focused on fixing it up. Really sorry. :(
 
OOC: Ooo... Three pages already? *sweatdrop* I was really hoping to join this one... Maybe you could squeeze me in? Pwease?
 
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