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“Welcome to Eulesea, Teaching Institute For Witchcraft And Magical Studies, near the beautiful coast of Australia. I know that all of you have heard of us, I know that most of you have been told rumors and lies. But don’t judge before you know us. Welcome to your home for the next years. Welcome to the place that you will never want to leave. Welcome home.” ~Headmistress Rosemary Montgomery, Welcoming speech 2015.

For hundreds of years, the Eulesea Teaching Institute for Witchcraft And Magical Studies had been nothing but a whisper, a dream, a rumor to many sorcerers all around the world; A school so prestigious, so different, that one of the former headmasters pushed the school away from the shore of Australia, creating an island that could not be found, unless you were invited. But now, seventeen years after the happenings of the second Wizarding War, Eulesea opens its doors to four students, each group of four from three different schools around the world, in order to promote a healthier relationship between the competing schools and the Ministry of Magic alike. In the spirit of understanding, these students have been handpicked to finish their education in Eulesea— a chance of a lifetime.

But not everyone in Eulesea agrees— Protective of their very own exquisite magic that has been accessible to Eulesea students and Eulesea students only, a secret society that cannot be remembered unless one has been invited to join, is doing anything to destroy this exchange program before it truly begins. The Forgotten Society is not fond of the new students and they will not stop until Eulesea’s secrets are protected from them at all costs— How do the muggles say? Two can only keep a secret if one of them is dead.

MAIN ♚ PLOT ♛ FAQ ♜ CHARACTERS Applications will be accepted on May 8th and on May 9th, we will be opening the roleplay! We are so very excited to finally get going, so please check us out and send in your applications until then– the more, the merrier, right?

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"It would be great! You could not pay attention in any class and still hear everything the professor was saying." He gave the other a thumbs up. "Bunnies are just cute and general. You just fit it. Have you ever held one? They're so fluffy."

  … Well, the last time i checked I didn���t have bunny ears and a tail but I suppose I better double check ‘cause that would just be another thing to make my day better. / he sighs because lysander is always so freaking innocent and maybe lysander should be the one who is the bunny. Albus can be the snake. / But I’m thankful that you’d think I’d look cute dressed up as a bunny.

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"He's already done that. Twice. I'm not gonna talk about him. He's a nice guy...just worry about him, sometimes." He laughed, stretching out across the foot of the bed. 

"I've actually been considerin' dyin' my dreads. And I already know that charm." He was actually hoping Henry would leave soon. He was wanting to take a nap without his room getting torn apart by a pranking Slytherin.

  "Aww, just ruin the legend of Hogwarts’ biggest twat for me, now who am I going to look up to next time I decide to decorate the Potions room pink?" He pouted, but he didn’t actually care about James Potter. Not in the slightest, in fact, he was sort of a bit stand offish to him. He was not jealous. No.

"So, keeping with the pink theme, if I charm your dreads pink and run for it, that wouldn’t be annoying you…? So to speak? Just— Just curious…"

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"James? Literally James Potter is a freakin' mess. I don't know how he remembers to feed himself everyday." He shook his head. He could go on and on about his worries for the eldest son's health.

Lysander rolled his eyes. It was his fault for being so imperative. "You don't annoy me. You cause kind of bad stuff to happen to me,but all my friends  do that a little. Especially Frank."

  "Doesn’t matter," Henry thought for a moment, and then continued, "it’s James Potter’s turf anyway. You guys probably go through enough with him, and I feel like if I do anything, I’m not going to hear the end of it from him."

"Yes, your highness," Henry did a mock bow and leaned against Lysander’s pillows, careful to keep his shoes off of the bed. As promised, he took his time taking a few more gulps, smacking his lips, "I think you underestimate just how patient I can be when it comes to being an annoyance."

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That was half of the point. "What d'you mean?" 

He laughed at the thought of Henry literally never leaving all because he said that. He shook his head, however. "You're gonna get bored or tired of me or somethin' at some point.  Drink more."

  "That just takes all the fun out of it," Henry’s urge to cause chaos and get kicked out of Gryffindor slowly dwindled. Now he was just feeling weird and out of place even being here, like he should hide his tie or something. 

Not that that would do anything, he’s pretty sure half the school knows him by now. 

"I don’t think it quite works that way, one sip and headache cured and all. Ask me when I finish. Don’t tell me to leave whenever I feel like it, though. You won’t get rid of me."

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It wasn't that. Though, he didn't think Henry knew the meaning of the word behaviour. "No, it's me wondering if my mates will care if you're in here or not. Uh, I think you can leave wnever you feel like, i'm not responsible for any lion you piss off whilhee in here though.

"That's a success,then. do you feel better? No more headache?"

  "Why? Does it depend on my behaviour?" He wondered what would happen if he darted for the door to disturb the peace in the Gryffindor common room. Would he get hexed before he could make it out? A part of him wanted to try just to see. So he just sat there, smiling innocently at Lysander. Blowing cautiously at the cup again, Henry took a tentative sip. Discovering it was cool enough, he drank enough to actually taste it.

"I didn’t cringe, like I do with basically ninety percent of all teas, so that’s good."

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Well, that and the books and I'm sorry that that's happening there's nothing I can do about it, I don't have any books that aren't mine as I only read books in the library. I just think it'd be really funny and cute if you had bunny ears and a tail.

           Yes, Lysander, I have long ears and a fuzzy tail. Do you want to see them? Do you want to see my tail? /he’s seriously staring at him like what the fuck is going on/ Is that honestly all you got from that?

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Lysander was, as usual, preoccupied braiding dreads. It's what he normally did in his dorm. "I haven't decided yet."

  Henry took his time glancing around the room, everything was so bright and open compared to the dungeon. “So, do I get kicked out when I finish the tea?” 

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You're a bunny?

Can people seriously not understand the whole concept of borrowing books for the library? You borrow a book, you read a book and then you bring it back so other people can read it. If I go back to the library to hear that the book I want is still overdue’d by someone who does’t understand how to carry a book back, I’m not going to be a happy bunny.

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Lysander just laughed with him. "Good idea."

  Henry stuck the thumb on his free hand up, “totally worth it.” He straightened up, shaking his head as he chuckled mildly. “I’ll wait for the rest to cool.”

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"Yolo? Wha— Henry!" He exclaimed, then sighed, shaking his head. "Wow, was it worth it?"

  "It’s—" Henry smiled and shook his head, choosing not to elaborate. Lysander probably wouldn’t get it anyway, and it’s not like he needed to know all the muggle sayings. Henry had to have a few things to hold over him, after all. It was like he was thinking he would be spending enough time around him to even use these muggle things against him.

Henry cocked his head to the side as he watched the Gryffindor make the tea. He had never made it himself, having blatantly disliked a lot of teas and needed to drown them in sugar to even drink them. He tentatively grasped the space left on the handle, using his other hand to keep it from spilling as it was passed to Henry. Gently blowing on the hot liquid, Henry raised his eyebrows, staring at Lysander from over the rim of the cup.

"Yolo." He whispered defyingly.

As soon as he took a sip, he had to swallow quickly, lurching forward a little and sticking his tongue out. “Ye— that’s hot.”

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"Cooties?" They weren't a thing, whatever they were, but Henry seemed like the type to not want a cup because Lysander had touched it. When Henry decided to make himself comfortable, Lysander smirked, half wishing Lorcan still roomed with him so that he could say that was Lorcan's bed.Lorcan had made Longbottom switch out with him last year or so. He took his cup and wand, Aquamenti-ing the water in and placing a little lid with holes on top of it.. He had to use magic to heat it as well a smalll flame from his wand to the bottom of the cup, it was charmed not to burn or explode so they'd be fine. "I have to use magic to make the hot water but the tea itself isn't magic, if that makes sense. And I don't use a pot because well the cup is like a pot already." He commented. 

Once the water was boiling, he reached to his bag where he had a pocket full of tea bags that seemed to never run out. He placed it in the cup, along with a little cozy for the cup. After waiting, he opened it all, levitating the liquid out of the cup to place the milk (he had milk with him) in and set it down adding some sugar. "It is hot." He warned before walking over to Henry and handing over the cup, he held it by the handle which wasn't hot, and tried to make sure Henry grabbed it by the handle as well. The leaves were made his mom. He didn't expect Henry to give positive feedback whether it was good or not. He just hoped it worked. He sat at the foot of the bed and waited for a reaction.

  Henry realised too little too late that going to Gryffindor meant he would have to climb a tower. He was too used to strolling down into the dungeon for a gossip session with Eric, that braving stairs just to sleep sounded cruel. When they finally got up the stairs - which Henry didn’t think he would be able to climb, if it weren’t for the farm, quidditch and astronomy club - he tried to earwig on the password, and hid his pout when he didn’t hear it. 

But this was Henry’s first time in another house. Sure, he had almost gotten into Gryffindor before, but that didn’t happen because a) it was Joji and b) Joji is a girl and therefore Henry could not actually get into her dorm. Henry had tried to take his sweet time following Lysander to take advantage of gazing around the… cozy common room. Only to see more, would you believe it, stairs. 

"How have you not died. Honestly. I have respect for you tower dwellers." He couldn’t stop from commenting as he entered Lysander’s dorm. He flopped down and made himself comfortable on the bed he hoped was Lysander’s (it was hard to tell when the twins had the same initials). “‘Course it’s okay, not like cooties are an actual thing, yeah?”

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Lysander rolled his eyes. "Well then, I'll sweeten it. Follow me." Then he made his way up to the tower, waiting for the staircases and all that. He uttered the password, trying to make sure Herny didn't hear, lest he come into their common room and try some prank, and was let in. Walking quickly to his dorm, he was slightly afraid of being called out for letting Henry in. "You'll have to use one of my cups, 'S that okay?"

  “Most of the tea I’ve had is bitter and disgusting, so I usually don’t drink it. But if you say you’re good at it…” Henry was feeling an odd dysphoria, he and Lysander were just all over the place around one another. “I’ve brought Gryffindors to Slytherin, probably fair to complete the cycle.”

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"Yeah. It helps whenever anyone in my family gets headaches. I think it would help. If you don't mind bein' in Gryffindor tower."

  Henry chose not to comment, trying to let go of the subject. Lysander was too observant for his own good, and Henry was trying to slip through undetected. But he was caught off guard. 

"You’d make me tea?"

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"I usually am.." He mumbled, but it appeared he was way off. Henry was not easy to pin down. He believed every word, and felt really bad for being so annoying now.  "'M sorry. I didn't know.  D'you...want some tea? I'm really good at making it, without magic too."

  Henry sighed loudly and ran his hand over his face. “I’m not— I’m not angry. This is me, you’re not very observant are you.” Too observant. “I’ve got a headache, I get those a lot. Migraine level, usually. Different things trigger it, like mixing drinks or too many very loud noises at once at once. Doesn’t help that I have low iron levels, so I get dizzy and fatigued easy. All together, tada.” It wasn’t exactly an excuse, because it was true - he even semi-frequented the hospital wing due to a low immune system - but he didn’t feel like he was going to get dizzy and fatigued just yet. But, hell, he couldn’t keep up his act and deal with a migraine at the same time, it was too much energy.

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Either he was still doing it, or he legitimately didn't understand. "You're angry, and you're acting angry, but you're pretendin' you're not angry.  Why? What is making you angry at me?"

  Wasn’t it obvious? “Why not?” Henry had figured the only reason Lysander came back after he had gotten up to leave was because he was trying to stand up for himself. Using it being his favourite stop as an excuse. Why he wasn’t taking this opportunity to leave Henry in the dust was beyond him. 

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"Why are you doing that?"

  "Just giving you an opening to get away from the sociopath whenever you feel like it."