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IC: Hogwarts 1940 Hogwarts, 1940 AD. With the start of the second world war, england is a very different and dangerous place. Even Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is feeling the effects. With the influence of Tom Riddle, the arrival of Rubeus Hagrid, and all the events that follow, Hogwarts goes on, teaching young minds whilst the world tries it's best to defeat Hitler. Your character might be a citizen of war-panicked london, or maybe an evacuated child sent to live in the country. School starts (as it always has) on september 1st... * In the darkness of his attic room, Ignotus was poring through the musty old pages of a century old copy of Magick Moste Evile- It was full of his little paper bookmarks, and he was laying on his chest waggling his legs in the air, breathing dust and wizardry's most awful magic, but mostly dust. The mansion was practically empty, save for Mister Slash, skulking in the corner of the attic, half hidden in blackness almost material. Practically empty, as it also included Shivering Lou, the ghost of a little girl who'd died in the house from sickness but still happily played with her dolls despite being dead for twenty years. Her giggles amused Ignotus, as he read about curses that turned muggles inside out, including ancient woodcut illustrations. When his Grandparents returned hours later, his Grandmother popped her grey head round his bedroom door. "Off to bed, young one. You know the rules, no reading after nine." Ignotus did as told, and got into his bedclothes. "Your letter is here, came yesterday morning but that cat of yours got it first, the owl was probably too tempting to pass up. Good job i found it before it was unreadable. Here, don't be too late." She kissed him on the head and left. The letter was slightly ripped by cat claws and smelled of urine, but Ignotus read it anyway. He already knew he was going to Hogwarts, as his father had told him all about it, and was pleased it was confirmed. He tried to sleep, thinking of himself, impressing the sorting hat with all his knowledge... Going to Diagon alley would be tomorrows highlight, he thought, even with muggle london on bomb alert... * Septimus was working hard in the potato patch, when the postman handed him a letter. The postman rarely came to Droppers Duff, but with the war owls were seen less and less as the air became too dangerous to send private letters. He tried to rub the sweat off his head, but his dirty hand made a brown smudge. He longed for the day he could dig by magic! but until then, he tended the patch every other day since he was old enough to lift the shovel. The letter turned out to be his Hogwarts letter, and he jumped for joy, dropped the shovel and ran home as fast as his legs could carry him. "Mum! It came! I'm going to Hogwarts school!" He said excitedly waving the increasingly filthy letter. His mother just smiled, and pointed to his chair. His mother was deaf, but the family had learned to communicate with her fine. Soon, The Cowley family were all at the kitchen table for dinner, all celebrating Septimus' 11th birthday with cake, presents, sibling rivalries and weary eye rolls. Apparently his Uncle Augustus had given him the money to buy his Hogwarts supplies! His entire brood, him, his mum and dad, Ethel, Edith, Hortedicia and little Jessica would be bundling into Diagon alley...
OOC: Hogwarts 1940 Info box: Type: Private Genre: Fantasy, Action, Magic Level: Mid (Copied this first) Stating this first, putting anything like it in google will find it, so i'll state VERY CLEARLY that i don't OWN any of the original material, it belongs to the writers, publishers, Warner Bros studios, and all the others. I'm using it as a creative medium for the purpose of roleplaying enjoyment! Hogwarts, 1940 AD. With the start of the second world war, england is a very different and dangerous place. Even Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is feeling the effects. With the influence of Tom Riddle, the arrival of Rubeus Hagrid, and all the events that follow, Hogwarts goes on, teaching young minds whilst the world tries it's best to defeat Hitler. Your character might be a citizen of war-panicked london, or maybe an evacuated child sent to live in the country. School starts (as it always has) on september 1st... Character Sheet Name: Location: Appearance: House: Wand: Animal: Personality: History:
Hogwarts RP First Years Info box: Type: Public Genre: Fantasy, Action, Magic Level: Basic For ages: 11+ For this weeks RP thursday, 23/08/12, I'm putting up something i've had in the ideas pot for a while. So... enjoy! Stating this first, putting anything like it in google will find it, so i'll state VERY CLEARLY that i don't OWN any of the original material, it belongs to the writers, publishers, Warner Bros studios, and all the others. I'm using it as a creative medium for the purpose of roleplaying enjoyment! Oh and, please don't join up if you don't have a clue about J K Rowling's Harry Potter books or films! For those of you who do, It's the year before Harry Potter and his friends first recieve thier letters. In fact, exactly a year. Voldemort still fell, and the story is the same, just we are a year before Harry himself shows up.(Obviously the whole wizarding world knows his name, still!) As this is a prequel style story, we have all of Rowlings creations to mess around with, but i'd like to explore some fresh ideas that don't get touched on in the books, and let our imaginations flourish, although within the confines of the material. We'll be recieving Hogwarts letters ourselves. You could be anywhere in the world if you want, But you'll be going to Hogwarts this year. Wherever you are, your letter describes you going to Hogwarts via the Hogwarts Express on platform 9 3/4 this september. You'll also go to Diagon Alley, buy robes, wands, owls, you get the gist, you're excited. You might be a pure blood ready to join Slytherin, or a muggle born in the wings to join Hufflepuff, it's all your's. This will be a little different RP wise though. There'll be two character sheets. Before and during school. Before will be your character, who they are, and so on. Be sure to mention what house you expect to be in! After that, your first post will getting your letters, then preparing for school in whatever way you wish, and once we're in, update to your new sheet. Then, we'll be sorted. All the NPC'S (The teachers, other students, even the hat) can be controlled how you usually control NPC's in an RP, just remember not to mess up the canon or make anyone act too differently. More information is on request, i have plenty of flavour text to splurge, but i don't want to make this OOC post massive, nobody likes a massive wall of text! Before school Character sheet: Name: Location: Appearance: Your wanted house: Personality: History:
IC: Hogwarts RP- First Years HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First class, Grand Sorc., ChF. Warlock, Supreme Mugwamp, International Confed. Of Wizards) Dear Student, We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term Begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 july. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress Your books and equipment include: Uniform: First year students will require: 1. Three sets of plain work robes (black) 2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear 3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar) 4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings) Please note all pupil's clothes should have name tags Set Books: the Standard book of spells (grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk A History Of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot Magical theory by Adalbert Waffling A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phylidda Spore Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self Protection by Quentin Trimble Other Equipment: 1 wand 1 cauldron (pewter, size 2) 1 telescope 1 set brass scales Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS *************************** William was alone in his room in his grandmothers house in London, England. He was on his front leaning his arms on his bed, reading about the uses of illegal "cobbing" in Quidditch matches at around nine in the morning of the sixteenth of June. He lazily flicked through the pages until he started to fall asleep in his clothes. In recent days his anticipation of learning when he would get to go to Hogwarts involved him counting off the days with a red pen on his calender, one where the little men and women were moving on the pictures riding little brooms. "Post is here, Will!" his grandmother shrieked up the stairs, her voice srhill enough to jolt him awake. He swiftly moved to his door and down the stairs in a single movement, and saw his grandmothers beaming smile. He noticed she had not dressed yet, and handed him his letter from her sleeve that smelled of musty mothballs. He tore off the envelope top and read the letter quickly. Finally! "We'll be heading to Diagon Alley Tomorrow, i have a book signing today, so you can either come with, or stay here with Anneka." Anneka, the fifty year old maid, a squib, was outside the door trying to dust the door frames while eavesdropping on her employer in the hall. "I'll stay here, Granny. Got to write to Rosie and tell her that i got it!" he smirked, pocketing the letter, and moving aside as his grandmother went up the stairs. She almost hit him the cheek with her long grey ponytail but didn't notice. "Anneka, Could you fetch Perseus? i need to send a letter." The maid went away to fetch the owl, but Will was only thinking about contacting Rosie, a girl he met the last time he had to go to a book signing for his Gran's book, "The Trials of Fame". Her dad had wanted a signed copy, and he found a kindred spirit in someone as bored as him... Here's Persisus, young master." she held out a large smart white and speckled owl on her leather bird-gauntlet. The owl flew onto his shoulder playfully. "Perseus, not Persisus. Carry on cleaning please." She did, and soon Will was back in his room with Perseus on a perch close by, and he cracked open a new inkpot and found a clean bit of parchment and a long fancy quill. He bit the end of it, wondering how to put his news into words....