Harry Potter AU meme: redux

[knightess]

The Wizarding Meme

Now we've all seen this before, a Hogwarts AU meme!

⚝RULES:
- Post with your character, the fandom, their house and if you want to, their year (or what their house was when they were a student, etc etc.)
- Character can be a Hogwarts Student, a visiting student for the Triwizard Tournament, or an adult of any sort!
- Roll between 1-14 at RNG, or don't!
- Reply to others.
- Profit.

1 ⚝ CLASS: You may pick the class, but really the class picks you. Passing notes? Eying up the teacher? In class whispering? Spells going wrong? Any thing goes!

2 ⚝ LIBRARY: SSSSHHHH! It's study time, but some just don't see it that way.

3 ⚝ HOGSMEADE: With all that hard work, it's time for a well deserved break. Go for a walk, drop by the Three Broomsticks, get some shopping done, or maybe take a peek into the Shrieking Shack, so long as something doesn't grab you.

4 ⚝ QUIDDITCH: For some people, the Quidditch pit is the place to be. Whether you're practicing, watching a game or just doing homework in the stands, this might just be the place for you.

5 ⚝ FORBIDDEN FOREST: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? IT'S FORBIDDEN. Be careful the spiders don't get you.

6 ⚝ DIAGON ALLEY: Whether near or far, this is where your fellow wizards and witches will gather. Making a day of it or just dropping in to get some chores done? Take a load off, maybe keep an eye out for your friends as they come out of Gringotts or sneak off into Knockturn Alley.

7 ⚝ MEAL TIME: Ah, the Great Hall. A wonderful place to work or play, but then again there's always the Kitchens if you know where to find them.

8 ⚝ YULE BALL: Time to put your best foot forward. That is, until the Weird Sister's start to play. Then, all bets are off. Maybe somebody even spiked the punch when Professor McGonagall wasn't looking.

9 ⚝ SNEAKING AROUND: The Restricted Section? Going to get a midnight snack from the kitchens? Or someplace else? ...Are you sure you should really be in here?

10 ⚝ WANDERING THE GROUNDS: Much like sneaking around, but without the threat of...

11 ⚝ DETENTION: Well, that's what you get for...whatever you did. This isn't going to be fun, you can be sure of that.

12 ⚝ HOGWARTS EXPRESS: Back to wizards and witches, and magical beasts, to goblins and ghosts and to magical feasts! All aboard the Hogwarts Express, want anything from the trolly dear?

13 ⚝ COMMON ROOM: Perhaps you and somebody in your house are just chilling... or maybe- have you been crafty enough to sneak somebody from another house in?

14 ⚝ ACCIO OPTION: Pick your own or make something else up!

Comments

Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor) | Assassin's Creed III | Third Year Hufflepuff

[rotiskenhrakete]

Edward Kenway | Assassin's Creed IV | Seventh Year Gryffindor

[jackdaws]

Third Year Ravenclaw | Detention

[softlycall]

[ Scrubbing cauldrons in the dungeons is legitimately one of the worst detentions Anne has ever been given. One of Read's actually exploded, which got her sent to the hospital wing for emergency fur removal (Essence of bat apparently has a nasty reaction with soap suds, who knew.) Anne shouldn't really envy her, seeing as how she's going to be stuck in a bed getting potions poured down her throat over a Hogsmeade weekend, but at least Mary doesn't have ten more cauldrons to clean before she can head back to the tower. ]

Achilles Davenport | Assassin's Creed III | Hufflepuff Head of House

[colortheportrait]

Yusuf Tazim | Assassin's Creed: Revelations | Fifth Year Ravenclaw

[kanca]

[jackdaws]

[Edward had visited Mary first, and when it became apparent she hadn't actually been hurt, he found the whole incident hilarious. He'd been sent off with a reprimand from the matron for agitating the patient (she'd tried to throw a jug of water at him), so he slunk off down to the dungeons to bother Anne instead.

There's a bang as Edward breaks through the magical lock, designed only to be opened when the detainee has finished all of the cauldrons, and Edward pokes his head through the door, grinning broadly.]

Need a hand, eh, Bonny?

[softlycall]

[ She jumps at the bang, and the cauldron she's currently swearing at goes rolling off under a bench. Instead of chasing it, she twists around to give him a look that would have scoured him clean if he'd been round, made of pewter and covered in charred flobberworm. ]

Edward! What are ye doing here? [ jfc if the professor comes back she'll be the one blamed for that door. ]

[rotiskenhrakete]

[Connor is something of a special case amongst Hogwarts students, being a foreign student with no family to speak of in the country, save an estranged father who serves as a prominent figure in the Ministry of Magic. Which means, being young as he is, that the Hufflepuff head of house was assigned since first year to keep a close eye on him, and make sure he wasn't struggling in his studies or in getting by in an unfamiliar country. It didn't hurt that Professor Davenport was old friends with his mother, either.

Tonight is another of their monthly meetings, which tend to be nothing if not intimidating affairs with the grumpy old wizard. Tentatively, he pauses outside his office, staring at the door, before knocking twice.]

[jackdaws]

Can't you tell? I'm your gallant prince, come to rescue you from the dungeons.

[He swaggers in, which is awkward, given he seems to be concealing something under his robes at the same time. Then he sniffs the air and makes a face.]

Merlin's beard, it smells like a rat's arse down here. Fancy quitting this place and going for a stroll in the grounds? I've scrounged up some food from dinner for us both.

Ursula | Final Fantasy IV: The After Years | Sixth Year Gryffindor

[fabul]

Terra Branford | Final Fantasy VI/Dissidia | Fifth Year Hufflepuff

[riotblade]

[colortheportrait]

[ Professor Davenport's office is a rather bizarre affair; the door next to a large painting of a village complete with residents who frequently call out to students or climb the hill painted in the foreground to get a better look at them. By this point they're all familiar with Connor, to the point that several figures from other nearby paintings hang out in the larger frame on Saturdays to wave to him and offer bizarre and period-inaccurate advice on everything from his clothing to how to perform a proper pig-herding charm.

In any case, he answers after the second knock.

I'll give you a moment to imagine Achilles in wizard robes. His pointy hat still has the little beak on the rim. His necklace hums in the presence of deceit so he had it disenchanted the moment he was hired as a teacher.

Okay.

Let's continue. ]

Is it that time again? Come in.

[softlycall]

[ She snorts at that, and leans down to try and fish the cauldron from under the table. ]

Oh, does it? I hadn't noticed at all, like. [ Rat's arse is probably in the list of ingredients ruining her robes lbr. Wizards use some weird shit in their potions and she hates everything. ] I'd leave with ye in a flash, except Professor Torres took my bloody wand.

[ speaking of, that'd better be your wand or some industrial-strength cauldron cleaner under your robes, Kenway. ]

[rotiskenhrakete]

Hello, Professor Davenport. [Connor has the slightly abashed look of feeling he's a nuisance when Achilles opens the door, clutching his piece of parchment. Nonetheless he steps inside, offering a brief smile to the friendly people in the painting, before he takes a seat opposite Achilles' desk.

Hopefully the professor would be in a good mood today, considering he needed to ask him a favour. It was always hard to gauge.]

Um... I was told to give you this. [He holds out the permission slip for him to look at.]

[jackdaws]

Don't worry about old Torres. And I've an idea to get you out of here with an excuse, although you'll want to step back.

[The lumpy thing from beneath his robes becomes obvious to see when he produces... ta da! A tiny cage. A cage with a stickman in it-- a bowtruckle, which looks none too pleased at being confined and carried around for hours on end.]

We leave this angry little fellow in here, so it'll be too dangerous for you to stay in detention. While everyone panics and tries to catch it, you get your wand back, and no one notices, while you're off scot free. What do you say?

[The bowtruckle hisses. Apparently it disapproves of this plan, but Edward ignores it.]

[colortheportrait]

[ As good a mood as he's going to get without a powerful Cheering Charm, anyway. He sits back at his desk and takes the parchment, which he can identify without even reading it considering the rest of his third years have been ambushing him with them all week. ]

Of course. [ Their ability to forge signatures is absolutely terrible, incidentally. He wonders if Connor has made an attempt, or if he managed to get an owl to track down his mother long enough to get a signature.

It's unsigned, of course, and he sighs. ] You understand I need the permission of a parent or guardian before I approve this?

[softlycall]

[ She recoils from the cage, not exactly a fan of magical creatures at the best of times and especially not one that's next to her face and hissing at her. And honestly she doesn't appreciate the implication that she can't handle herself around something the size of her hand... but she's retrieved her cauldron by this point, and one look at the gunk still crusted around its rim is enough to decide her. ]

If this don't work, you'll be the one owning up to it. Understood?

[rotiskenhrakete]

Yes, but I don't know where Mother is, right now. It could take weeks before I hear from her...

[Her work was often so sensitive her communications were few and far between. She wanted nothing but the best for her son, but she was also devoted to her work. And Haytham... Well. Connor would be surprised if his father even knew what year group he was in, and there was no way Connor would give him the satisfaction of thinking he had any parental authority. He didn't need his permission to do anything.

So. Professor Davenport was his next best bet.]

I do not understand why I need this. I already made it to England and Scotland on my own, what is wrong with going to Hogsmeade?

[jackdaws]

Hey, I'm sticking my neck out for you here, show a bit of appreciation. [Also he mostly just likes causing havoc for fun as much as defying the teachers for her sake, but she doesn't need to know that part.] If we're caught, we go down together.

[He crouches down, keeping his hands carefully away from the bars. Tiny bastard liked to bite.]

Now get out into the hall, and I'll let this thing out. You go get help, make a big fuss, and I'll get your wand when everyone is distracted.

[softlycall]

[ Yeah, she'll let him believe that. Worst case scenario for her, she has to finish her detention tomorrow evening. But there's loyalty amongst delinquents yet, so she shrugs assent. ]

Alright, meet me in the hospital wing after. [ She's already at the door, and takes a deep breath of the - slightly - clearer air before making a beeline for the stairs up to the main corridor. Professor, professor, there's somethin' loose in the dungeons! ]

[jackdaws]

[As soon as she heads off, Edward lets the bowtruckle loose in the dungeon, then slams the door shut behind it.

Well, mostly shut. There's just about enough room for the creature to "accidentally" escape, buying him more time while the professors run around trying to capture it.

Picking up the cage to hide the evidence, Edward runs up after her, hiding behind a tapestry when another professor runs by to find the source of the shouting. Then he slips into the secret passage behind it, ears strained for the sounds of Torres and Anne. Once they were gone, he could sneak in and get the wand...]

Kain Highwind | FFIV/Dissidia 012 | Sixth-Year Slytherin

[dragoon_pride]

[nelsangue]

[Hey Yusuf it's stupid o'clock in the morning and your Italian asshole friend has done the following:

* snuck out of the Gryffindor ladies dorm
* made her way all the way to the Ravenclaw common room
* made it all the way to the Ravanclaw boys dorm

Now? Well now she is looming over you like some sort of demented howler monkey, grinning maniacally in the dark.

Except you're asleep and Yusuf did you know that you snore like the dead only the dead wouldn't snore like that because they'd be killed again for being that loud. Did you charm the area inside your bed curtains?

No matter, she'll helpfully wake you up in the time honoured Auditore tradition of just sort of launching herself from her perch right at the very end of the bed. (And one day - maybe the day she graduates - she'll stop feeling the pang of loss that she can't go home and do this to Federico and that Claudia and her are on such poor terms her sister would never think of doing this.

She tries only to think about collecting feathers for her youngest brother, the one who never made it here.)

So when you open your eyes, brother from another mother, Ezio Auditore da lalala is looming over you with that spark in her eyes that promises absolutely nothing good at all.]

[kanca]

[ How rude. His snoring is in appreciation of the comfy beds and okay he might have fixed the curtains with a Silencing Charm or two but that just proves he's a considerate dormmate. And potentially one who experiments with explosive potions ingredients at half one in the morning.

But what they don't know can't cover them in acidic purple smoke or cause them to sprout tentacles on their face.

When Ezio of the obscenely long name lands on him, he cracks one eye open, locates her in the gloom, and does what anyone with more adopted siblings than fingers would do. He rolls over. And if his arm comes over, snags her by the back of her robes, and inexorably pins her to the mattress beside him, well. He wants his sleep. ]

[nelsangue]

[If you're using a Silencing Charm in your bed then there's only two reasons for it: planning mischief or because you're giggling and sneaking kisses with your girlfriend.

Not that you would know about the latter because you are a slow bloomer but she will drag you in that direction kicking and screaming whilst talking about that time she convinced you to try on her great grandmother's dress robes her mother sent.

(You know that ball she almost got kicked out of because apparently she was scandalous, an absolute injustice because Machiavelli is the worst professor ever to professor and 1. dislikes her for corrupting his best and brightest students and 2. doesn't understand good old fashioned Auditore bulldozing right through problems.)

Good thing those curtains are charmed because Ezio makes a squawke she'll deny for years and she will do kneecap you if you dare to breathe a word about the squawk, grousing as she half-fights but half gives in because it's Yusuf and he's her best friend and she's as bad as the squid for latching on to people only bribes of toast don't work.]

If I'd come here for this, do you think I'd be in your bed? [Don't flatter yourself (actually do, she still flirts with everyone) but Sofia has been The One since she first caught sight of her lining up to be Sorted.] You smell like burnt hair amico mio. [You know what she's going to do? She's going to poke you. Incessantly. Right between the ribs.] There is work to be done.

[For a given value of work.]