House: Where were they sorted? Were they almost placed elsewhere? Familiar: Do they have a pet? What is it? Subjects: What are their best subjects? Their worst? Extracurricular Activities: Are they in any clubs? On the Quidditch team? Recess: How do they spend their free time on campus? Holiday: Do they travel home for the holidays? Why, or why not? What's their family like? Relationships: How do they get along with their roomies? Peers of their common area? Classmates? Anything else?: Want to go hardcore and figure out what wand they use? What their patronus would be? Feel free to figure it out as you go, or be as detailed as you'd like.
For your convenience:
This will help us figure out what they'll have in common! Then, feel free to comment around and figure out when you'd like your muses to meet. (On the train, during the sorting ceremony, etc.)
From here, we'll figure out which prompts will be best!
House: Slytherin. First impressions of William would have people thinking he would be placed in Ravenclaw, but the sorting had didn't think much on it before sorting him to Slytherin. Familiar: A tiny pet tawny owl (lol), which he named Gregory. Subjects: Charms and Transfiguration appeal to him as they can assist him in getting things done quickly and properly. He also has an appreciation for DADA, something that many of his housemates find suspicious. Least favorite would be Herbology and Divination. Extracurricular Activities: Though fairly withdrawn from social activities, he does play on the Slytherin Quidditch team as a beater. Recess: Enjoying all the quiet time he can manage to get. Usually sits by himself in the library to read. Helps out in the owlrey, assisting in grooming and feeding the birds. Holiday: In regards to his family, William comes from a pureblood household. Both his parents hold important roles in the ministry, and aren't as attentive towards their son as they should be. It's caused William to become a very independent and socially withdrawn kid. Because of this, he doesn't bother going home for the holidays unless his parents wish him to. Relationships: Again, pretty withdrawn. Doesn't actively seek out friends. Anything else?: Pottermore gave me a basset hound as his patronus. Also a 14" larch wood wand with unicorn hair core and unyielding flexibility.
House: Gryffindor. While her values were a cause for some hesitation, her conduct and personality were a solid fit. Familiar: A ginger tabby named Tybalt, King Of Cats. Subjects: Grell excels at Flying, DADA, Charms, Transfiguration, and the drama of Divination. Although she's terrible at it, she also loves Potions. Everything she touches in Herbology seems to die, she loathes History Of Magic because it's boring, and she'd die before taking an Arithmancy coarse. Extracurricular Activities: Dueling Club, and she plays on the Griffindor Quidditch Team as a beater. Recess: Movie watching is a bit of an addiction for her, and she has a large collection of fashion magazines. Dramatic literature is something she treats like a guilty pleasure. Most often, though, she's busy teaching herself how to do spellwork that would be sorely frowned upon. Holiday: Grell never returns home for the holidays. Her mother and father split when she was young, and she was raised by her mother alone; however, after her mother had died in an accident when she was ten, she'd been placed in her father's care. Their relationship is strained, to say the very least. Relationships: Those of her peers who aren't entertained by her antics and impressive sportsmanship likely find her tiring - and infuriating with how wildly fluctuating her points and penalties affect their house score. Many are too wary to approach the subject, however; she'd gained quite the reputation with how aggressive she was during her first year. She also seems to be much too chummy with Slytherins. Anything else?: Her wand is red oak with dragon core, springy, 35cm; stained a rich red with a ruby gem inlay and gilded detail.
[ It all began with a bit of teasing from Grell's peers in the common room.
Why don't you just slip him a love potion, one said through giggles, on the topic of the redhead's absurd obsession with her rival from Slytherin's Quidditch team. William T. Spears.
Joke or not, she was on her feet in an instant. Why hadn't she, really! With all of the tools at her disposal, procuring a love potion would be easy, and she'd be a fool to overlook the option.
So she thought.
Finding the spell was simple enough, and smuggling the equipment slightly less so. What she didn't account for is how notoriously bad she is at actually crafting potions. Nevertheless, she was determined, and by two days and four attempts later, she managed a stabilized concoction that would surely have Will bending to desire.
Now, during daily deliveries, all the has to do is spike his tea while he's still distracted by that owl of his.
Grell is quick to stuff the corked bottle back in her pocket - and if William should question her giddy grin, she'll just bat her eyes and lean in a bit closer. ]
[ Lucky for Grell, William misses her spiking his drink, entirely. As soon as he sets Gregory off on his way, he's opening the day's Daily Profit and scanning along its tilted articles for any interesting headlines. When she speaks up, he doesn't even bother to give her a look, the paper interesting him far more, as he lifts it to cover that handsome face of his from her view. ]
[ Well! She'll just just round the table to squeeze in beside him on the bench, leaning, then! The Slytherin boy who'd been comfortable beside William gives her a look, but seems to know the drill, as he simply scoots away to give himself some more room.
Grell doesn't pay anyone else any mind, though. Simply makes herself comfortable, leaning back against the table. ]
Oooh, you're especially grumpy, too.
[ She picks a piece of fruit off Will's plate to pop in her mouth. ]
[ While her suddenly next to him doesn't get him to respond, the snatching of his breakfast does! He lowers his paper, frowning at his plate, then at her. ]
Honestly, there is an entire, overflowing dish of strawberries right there. Must you eat mine?
[ Though he's well aware that she's not making a literal observation, and is simply flirting with him. He sighs, folding his paper for the moment and setting it aside. He's gonna eat the rest of his strawberries now, before she takes them all. ]
Are you going to be following me around all day, again? Because if that's the case, I'll be spending the weekend in the Slytherin common room.
Now, don't be like that. Now that you've someone to talk to, you might end up lonely, sequestering yourself away from me~♥
[ But she's smiling at just how cute he is, stubbornly keeping his strawberries away from her, when there is indeed more for him to help himself to.
She takes his neglected glass of orange juice, instead. That only leaves him with his tea, besides - unless he's bold enough to drink off a glass she's just put her lips on. ]
[ Not outwardly denying it, he merely huffs and turns his attention back to his meal. Though he has the cup in his grasp, he's yet to take a sip, instead finishing off the remainder of his pancakes. ]
We have end of semester finals coming up, as well as a match on Sunday. Or have you forgotten, already?
[ Not that he'd be entire against seeing a movie. So long as she doesn't go claiming it's a date!
Though, the last bite of his meal taken, he finally raises the cup of hot tea. He pauses with it, noting the color to be darker than usual. Hm, perhaps he'd let the tea seep a bit too long. But, would that also account for the odd scent coming off it? He did choose a different flavor, this morning. Perhaps he should have stuck to his usual choice. ]
So we'll go Saturday evening, hn? What's a few hours?
[ Biting at her lip, she bats her lashes at him, cute as she can manage! Mostly, she wants him to go - but she also needs to distract him from staring at that cup so suspiciously! ]
[ After a moments consideration, on both the movie and his tea, he looks to her. ]
Maybe.
[ Then, with a slight shake of his head, he takes a healthy sip of his tea. Almost immediately, he pulls a disgusted face and sets the cup far away from him. ]
[ Her face lights up like he's never seen it before!
She's really very excited about that movie. Of course, it also helps that he's FINALLY fallen into her trap. Maybe she didn't need it after all, but hey, it will certainly help him get over that stubborn barrier he keeps between them.
Slipping her arms around one of his, she excitedly squeals into his should-- wait, dreadful?! Oh. The tea. With a tut, she glances at his cup, as though completely unaware. ]
[ While he'd normally shove her aside the moment she touched him, now he's too focused on the horrid taste in his mouth. Of course, she'd downed his orange juice and as he glances down the table, every other pitcher seems to have been emptied by his housemates.
It's when he turns to his left, though, that he catches sight of her and his expression suddenly softens. There's a long moment where he simply stares before speaking. ]
[ Breath catching, Grell sits taller to gaze into his eyes properly. While they are full of hope, her stomach seems to fill with butterflies! This could be it!! ]
[ He opens his mouth to speak again, but instead, a choked sound comes out. He quickly covers his mouth, a pained look settling across his face. ]
I think I'm going to be sick.
[ His words are muffled behind his hand, but they're simple enough to decode. Especially as he tugs his arm free and rushes to exit the dining hall, presumably towards the nearest restroom. ]
[ And just as quickly, those feelings of excitement knot up in panic. First, that he's going to vomit on her - which has her pulling away! Although, she notably holds onto his arm still, as seeing that expression on his face excites her in some way, but decidedly, not in a good one. ]
Will? [ And as he escape, she's on her feet to follow! ] Will!
[ By the time she's caught up with him, she'll be greeted with the lovely sound of him heaving in the first stall. It goes on for quite a bit before a long and painful groan is heard. If she peers beneath the bottom of the stalls, she'll see him slowly slide down to the floor, wearily settling himself against the wall. ]
[ Of course she followed him in here. But, he's in no state to complain about it for now. Instead he stretches to reach the lock to the stall, pushing the door open. He really is a pathetic sight seated there on the floor. ]
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ooc; plotting
First, please make a mini bio! Example:
House: Where were they sorted? Were they almost placed elsewhere?
Familiar: Do they have a pet? What is it?
Subjects: What are their best subjects? Their worst?
Extracurricular Activities: Are they in any clubs? On the Quidditch team?
Recess: How do they spend their free time on campus?
Holiday: Do they travel home for the holidays? Why, or why not? What's their family like?
Relationships: How do they get along with their roomies? Peers of their common area? Classmates?
Anything else?: Want to go hardcore and figure out what wand they use? What their patronus would be? Feel free to figure it out as you go, or be as detailed as you'd like.
For your convenience:
This will help us figure out what they'll have in common! Then, feel free to comment around and figure out when you'd like your muses to meet. (On the train, during the sorting ceremony, etc.)
From here, we'll figure out which prompts will be best!
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Familiar: A tiny pet tawny owl (lol), which he named Gregory.
Subjects: Charms and Transfiguration appeal to him as they can assist him in getting things done quickly and properly. He also has an appreciation for DADA, something that many of his housemates find suspicious. Least favorite would be Herbology and Divination.
Extracurricular Activities: Though fairly withdrawn from social activities, he does play on the Slytherin Quidditch team as a beater.
Recess: Enjoying all the quiet time he can manage to get. Usually sits by himself in the library to read. Helps out in the owlrey, assisting in grooming and feeding the birds.
Holiday: In regards to his family, William comes from a pureblood household. Both his parents hold important roles in the ministry, and aren't as attentive towards their son as they should be. It's caused William to become a very independent and socially withdrawn kid. Because of this, he doesn't bother going home for the holidays unless his parents wish him to.
Relationships: Again, pretty withdrawn. Doesn't actively seek out friends.
Anything else?: Pottermore gave me a basset hound as his patronus. Also a 14" larch wood wand with unicorn hair core and unyielding flexibility.
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Familiar: A ginger tabby named Tybalt, King Of Cats.
Subjects: Grell excels at Flying, DADA, Charms, Transfiguration, and the drama of Divination. Although she's terrible at it, she also loves Potions. Everything she touches in Herbology seems to die, she loathes History Of Magic because it's boring, and she'd die before taking an Arithmancy coarse.
Extracurricular Activities: Dueling Club, and she plays on the Griffindor Quidditch Team as a beater.
Recess: Movie watching is a bit of an addiction for her, and she has a large collection of fashion magazines. Dramatic literature is something she treats like a guilty pleasure. Most often, though, she's busy teaching herself how to do spellwork that would be sorely frowned upon.
Holiday: Grell never returns home for the holidays. Her mother and father split when she was young, and she was raised by her mother alone; however, after her mother had died in an accident when she was ten, she'd been placed in her father's care. Their relationship is strained, to say the very least.
Relationships: Those of her peers who aren't entertained by her antics and impressive sportsmanship likely find her tiring - and infuriating with how wildly fluctuating her points and penalties affect their house score. Many are too wary to approach the subject, however; she'd gained quite the reputation with how aggressive she was during her first year. She also seems to be much too chummy with Slytherins.
Anything else?: Her wand is red oak with dragon core, springy, 35cm; stained a rich red with a ruby gem inlay and gilded detail.
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Why don't you just slip him a love potion, one said through giggles, on the topic of the redhead's absurd obsession with her rival from Slytherin's Quidditch team. William T. Spears.
Joke or not, she was on her feet in an instant. Why hadn't she, really! With all of the tools at her disposal, procuring a love potion would be easy, and she'd be a fool to overlook the option.
So she thought.
Finding the spell was simple enough, and smuggling the equipment slightly less so. What she didn't account for is how notoriously bad she is at actually crafting potions. Nevertheless, she was determined, and by two days and four attempts later, she managed a stabilized concoction that would surely have Will bending to desire.
Now, during daily deliveries, all the has to do is spike his tea while he's still distracted by that owl of his.
Grell is quick to stuff the corked bottle back in her pocket - and if William should question her giddy grin, she'll just bat her eyes and lean in a bit closer. ]
You look exceptionally handsome this morning.
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Grell doesn't pay anyone else any mind, though. Simply makes herself comfortable, leaning back against the table. ]
Oooh, you're especially grumpy, too.
[ She picks a piece of fruit off Will's plate to pop in her mouth. ]
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Honestly, there is an entire, overflowing dish of strawberries right there. Must you eat mine?
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Somehow, yours seems sweeter.
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[ Though he's well aware that she's not making a literal observation, and is simply flirting with him. He sighs, folding his paper for the moment and setting it aside. He's gonna eat the rest of his strawberries now, before she takes them all. ]
Are you going to be following me around all day, again? Because if that's the case, I'll be spending the weekend in the Slytherin common room.
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Now, don't be like that. Now that you've someone to talk to, you might end up lonely, sequestering yourself away from me~♥
[ But she's smiling at just how cute he is, stubbornly keeping his strawberries away from her, when there is indeed more for him to help himself to.
She takes his neglected glass of orange juice, instead. That only leaves him with his tea, besides - unless he's bold enough to drink off a glass she's just put her lips on. ]
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[ Though, him not using the term 'friend' to describe them makes it fairly obvious he's been holing himself up in his bunk.
Now that his juice has been snatched away, as well, he protectively moves his teacup away from her, lest she take that too! ]
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[ Snickering into her pilfered cup, she's helping herself to finishing it off! Looks as though her plan is going well. ]
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Why don't you see a flick with me this weekend, instead? A new one's come out. It's based on a book. I'd really like to go.
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[ Not that he'd be entire against seeing a movie. So long as she doesn't go claiming it's a date!
Though, the last bite of his meal taken, he finally raises the cup of hot tea. He pauses with it, noting the color to be darker than usual. Hm, perhaps he'd let the tea seep a bit too long. But, would that also account for the odd scent coming off it? He did choose a different flavor, this morning. Perhaps he should have stuck to his usual choice. ]
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[ Biting at her lip, she bats her lashes at him, cute as she can manage! Mostly, she wants him to go - but she also needs to distract him from staring at that cup so suspiciously! ]
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Maybe.
[ Then, with a slight shake of his head, he takes a healthy sip of his tea. Almost immediately, he pulls a disgusted face and sets the cup far away from him. ]
Simply dreadful...
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She's really very excited about that movie. Of course, it also helps that he's FINALLY fallen into her trap. Maybe she didn't need it after all, but hey, it will certainly help him get over that stubborn barrier he keeps between them.
Slipping her arms around one of his, she excitedly squeals into his should-- wait, dreadful?! Oh. The tea. With a tut, she glances at his cup, as though completely unaware. ]
What, new blend?
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It's when he turns to his left, though, that he catches sight of her and his expression suddenly softens. There's a long moment where he simply stares before speaking. ]
Grell, I...
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Yes...? William?
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I think I'm going to be sick.
[ His words are muffled behind his hand, but they're simple enough to decode. Especially as he tugs his arm free and rushes to exit the dining hall, presumably towards the nearest restroom. ]
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Will? [ And as he escape, she's on her feet to follow! ] Will!
[ Oh no, what has she done?! ]
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...Are-- are you going to be alright, Will?
[ She hasn't fated him to die, has she? ]
If you'll let me in, I can assist you to the infirmary.....
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