#hl rp

[traceyc-uk]

The little Niffler waddled over to where the new fifth year was sitting and began to scramble in his belly pouch, rummaging around until he pulled out a shiny, silver Slytherin Prefect badge.

Holding it up for a brief moment, Nosy admired the gleam before quickly tucking it right into the boy's breast pocket and signalling to the young wizard with his paw to keep silent about his treasure.

At the sound of footsteps approaching, Nosy spun around, casting a quick glance over his shoulder. Without missing a beat, the little menace gave the new fifth year a few pats on the cheek before waddling away.

The new fifth-year couldn’t imagine he was being given the badge for safe keeping, he knew this particular Niffler can scurry away treasures just fine.

But before he could quiz it, the tiny furball disappeared as quickly as it arrived only to be replaced by the appearance of William! Asking if he has seen either the tricksy Niffler or his Slytherin badge.

Feeling the weight of metal in his pocket, he shrugged and felt very mischievous indeed. He had plans for this trinket and it shouldn’t be too long before Will @ask-elland-n-will will be receiving an owl to its whereabouts…

[kiwiplaetzchen]

*BAM* knocking through the dorm to leave some shinies, juicey toffee-apple and I hope plain sweeties and not pepper imps 🔥

Nosy was comfortably huddled in his cosy nest, made from Sebastian's scarf and shiny treasures he'd collected over time. His tiny paws clutched a few coins, and nestled against him was his beloved golden rubber duck, which quacked faintly every so often. All was quiet and peaceful, until-

BAM!

A loud noise echoed through the dorm room, startling the little Niffler and making his fur stand on end. His eyes shot wide open with alarm. Who dared disturb his day?! Nosy tried to eavesdrop from his little hideaway. Had the pretty Prefect noticed his nice-scented soap was missing again? He glanced suspiciously at the lavender chunk and, with a quick motion, shoved it deeper under a pile of coins, just to be sure.

Just as Nosy finished burying his prized treasure, the wardrobe door creaked open, flooding his nest with light. He blinked against the sudden brightness, his head tilting as he tried to make sense of who or what had dared to disturb his peaceful day.

In the doorway stood a young lad Nosy hadn't seen before, arms overflowing with various goodies. His eyes darted between the boy's hands and the shiny things he was carrying. A faint squeak came from the rubber duck as the little Niffler shifted, his attention now fully locked on the unexpected visitor. What was that, shining like a ruby in the candlelight? Nosy's eyes grew big, pupils wide with desire.

The boy, seemingly unaware of the teal king's intense gaze, carefully placed down his small pile of offerings right in front of the wardrobe. Nosy's gaze never wavered from the shiny red apple, which gleamed like a jewel, so tantalising and perfect. Slowly, Nosy poked his head out from his nest, eyes flickering between the boy and his tempting treats. He didn’t seem dangerous, not like that pesky Hufflepuff who seemed to be obsessed with the Niffler. But, heh, who could blame him? After all, Nosy was magnificent!

Slowly, the little menace tumbled out of the wardrobe, landing directly in front of the toffee apple on his fluffy bum. He gave the new fifth-year a small head bow, clearly proud of his little stunt, before grabbing hold of the ruby candy. Chirping happily, he held it up in the air like a trophy, giving the boy an approving nod.

With great enthusiasm, Nosy opened his snout as wide as he could and bit into the apple, his little tongue poking out as he licked the sugary coating. This was heaven. After a few more licks, the teal furred rascal glanced at the other presents the boy had offered. His eyes sparkled as he reached for one of the coins and gave it a test nibble. Real gold. Nice, he thought and tucked the coin into his belly pouch with a satisfied hum.

Nosy continued licking the apple, his eyes flicking up at the new fifth-year. This lad had done well, the Niffler decided. He deserved a reward! Slowly, Nosy waddled back to the wardrobe, still clutching the toffee apple in his paws, and began rummaging through his nest.

After a moment, he let out a small squeak of triumph. Returning to the boy, Nosy proudly placed the nice-smelling violet soap chunk at his feet. Well done, his eyes seemed to say, before he waddled back to his nest, licking his apple and quite pleased with himself.

[diana-bluewolf]

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Dear Chris,

It has come to my attention that we both possess wands with the same wood and core. This information has sparked my interest in conducting my pending research on 'Priori Incantatem'.

I was wondering if you'd be interested in engaging in a duel with me, so that I can gather more data for my research.

Let me know what you think.

— Val

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Hi Val,

You’ve intrigued me about the topic since I’ve never heard of the Priori Incantatem effect before. I was helping Mr Olivander out this weekend, as usual, so I could ask him about it. Quite a fascinating subject. How did you get to know about it?

I came to the conclusion that, even though I would like to witness that phenomenon, I don’t think we will be lucky enough.

It is very rare and occurs only when two wands that have magical cores deriving from the same source (in our case, from the same dragon) are used against each other. As you can see, we can ignore the similarity of the wood material of our wands. But the chances of them having the heartstrings of the same dragon are very slim, too. 

Wandmakers are aware of the effect and take a range of precautions to minimise it. But even if we don’t take this into account, Mr Olivander aims to craft unique wands that fit a wide variety of people, so he generally avoids using identical source material. Even if he does, it might be decades that separate the initial making of a wand from the time it chooses a person it wishes to bond with, which reduces the chances for twin wands to meet.

Imagine how many Hogwarts students buy their wands from Olivander, who primarily uses only three types of wand cores. Still, Crossed Wands or just duels within DADA lessons operate without surprises like that. I don’t see how we can be an exception. 

That being said, if you just want to knock some sense into me, you don’t need to find an excuse to duel me. I will be waiting for you near the Black Lake today after the classes. 

Chris

P.S. Bring the blueberry tarts.

P.S.S. Ugh, “please”?

[adallegra]

[Will to Allegra, at any time and in any place where their beautiful friendship is blossoming]

Allegra... Could you... Maybe cast the big P spell? Pretty please? I haven't seen my hoofed companion in a while. Pretty please? I know you're great at it. Your charmwork is so good, Allegra! 👉👈

Allegra’s hand paused mid-reaching for the book near the top of the shelves. Brows furrowed, she hissed, “Here? In the library?”

Tip-toeing, she dragged the top of the binding down with an extended finger, and only when she had the volume safely in her hands did she look at William. She silently pondered his sudden request and wondered what sort of inconvenient upset had caused him to seek her out. Perhaps Cassandra had deliberately scheduled a prefects’ meeting to clash with Quidditch practice again. It wouldn’t be the first time. Not that Will needed the extra sessions, she mused proudly and with obvious partiality. Still, in Imelda’s words, unless their seeker had suddenly developed the skill to catch the snitch blindfolded, she expected perfect attendance.

Allegra was pulled from her thoughts when William’s hopeful eyes blinked at her. She fought the urge to laugh. He had worn the same expression throughout the summer of their fourth year, ever since she had recounted how Durmstrang’s professors had unleashed an ancient Lethifold on them. Only two students in their year had managed to cast a fully corporeal Patronus under pressure, and Allegra, mind scrambling for a happy memory, was not one of them.

Will had never stopped believing she could, though.

It had been an atypically chilly summer night on the sprawling grounds of Abbott Manor when the two had just dismounted their steeds in the stables, having galloped to escape the unrelenting evening mist that had rolled in. The unmistakable earthy smell of woodchips mixed with leather, and the slightly acrid loaminess of steam steadily rising from the thoroughbreds did little to dampen their adrenaline-flushed spirits. Breathless, Allegra had taken one look at William’s beaming face and knew that this was her memory.

Her patronus had burst forth from her wand: a shimmering mare that had raced down the stalls, a streak of unadulterated energy that caused its living counterparts to stomp and rear in fright amidst shared exhilarated laughter.

A book snapped shut from the aisle behind them, and a slow smile wove itself onto Allegra’s lips. “Fine. But perhaps out in the courtyard. I heard Scribner’s been meting out detentions as if her livelihood depended on it.”

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[ror-roleplay]

The students of the RoR have a new project to do: they're brewing Felix Felicis, or Liquid Luck. And they'll be needing it, considering Horace Gaunt is on the loose with his pet noodle. Anyway. Fancy brewing something? RoR's your place. Just don't ask Ominis to help you out, or he might scream / cry / throw up.

[ask-sebastian]

*Felix looks over all the books Sebastian still has to read for his N.E.W.T.s and slowly pats him on the head. Refrains from calling him good boy.*

[shanaraharlyah]

Happy Birthday to Hellendil from Eva 🥹🩷

You are the sweetest, I wish you happiness and health. Know that you are my friend forever!!!

Hellendil smiles at the adorable note he found waiting for him at supper in the Great Hall. He folds the note placing it securely into his belt pouch and glances over toward the Hufflepuff table and the sweet blonde girl who'd left him the note. He hurries to finish his meal before she disappears for the evening and quickly makes his way over to where she is seated.

"Eva!" he exclaims opening his arms wide as he approaches to embrace her. "Thank you so much for the lovely birthday wishes, my friend! I hope you know that I will always be there for you, too. You need only ask, darling." He pulls her in for the promised hug, so grateful to have such sweet caring people as friends.

[legacyofmagicrp]

[ask-alsius-vafer]

The path to the Hospital Wing seemed to stretch endlessly before him. The throbbing ache on the side of his head matched the pulse of each beat of his heart. Every step on the stone floors sent a jolt of pain, a hurtful reminder of the morning's misadventure in Herbology. His hand pressed against the spot where his ear should have been, the phantom pain still gnawing at him. The sharp bite of the Tentacula Vorax' teeth still echoed in his mind, the memory almost as painful as the wound it left behind.

It was a foolish mistake, Felix chastised himself. He should have been more careful, more gentle. Perhaps a kinder touch when pruning the plant might have spared him this torment. Professor Garlick had certainly thought so, lecturing him quite thoroughly before handing him two pieces of cloth - one to stem the bleeding, the other to transport the unfortunate remains of his ear.

The Ravenclaw shook his head, a motion he instantly regretted as dizziness washed over him. There was no time for a bad conscience, no room for self-recrimination. He needed to reach the Hospital Wing. He needed Als.

Als would know what to do. He always did.

Had he been feeling less queasy, he might have opted for the Floo Powder system. But the thought of spinning through the network of fireplaces only made his stomach churn further. So it had to be the long way - the very, very long way, with its many, many stairs.

A sigh escaped Felix as he leaned against the cool stone wall, allowing himself to take a small break. A few passing students glanced his way, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. With a forced smile, the Swede assured them that everything was fine. Or at least, it would be once he got to Alsius. He just hoped his friend wouldn’t be too annoyed with his clumsiness, but deep down, he knew he was in the best hands.

"Take a deep breath. In and out. You're almost there," he muttered to himself, trying to steady his breathing, the words a small comfort as he pushed off the wall. The stairs seemed never-ending, each one a cruel reminder of how much further he had to go.

"Just a little bit more..." The words were barely a whisper as he forced himself to keep moving. The trek was taking its toll, beads of sweat dotted Felix' forehead, and the sick feeling in his stomach grew worse with each step. The wound throbbed in time with his heartbeat, the cloth already soaked through with blood.

“Finally,” Felix breathed, both exhausted and relieved as the door to the Hospital Wing came into view. He paused at the door, peeking inside cautiously, his heart lifting slightly at the sight of the young healer, who was quietly tending to his duties. A weak smile tugged at Felix’s lips, a small flicker of relief and gratitude amidst the pain. Just seeing his friend was enough to make him feel safer.

Clearing his throat softly, Felix hesitated. He didn’t want to disturb Alsius if he was in the middle of something important, and the last thing he wanted was to wake any of the other patients. But the urgency of his situation couldn't be ignored.

“Als, um,” he began, his voice a little shaky, “how good are you at reattaching body parts?”

Two freshly corked phials in hand, Alsius crouched before the medicinal cupboard by the infirmary entrance. The beds were unusually vacant today, prompting the rest of the Hospital wing staff to indulge in an impromptu excursion around the grounds for some exercise. Since Professor Sharp had delivered fresh batches of healing potions earlier that afternoon, Alsius volunteered to stay and he took advantage of the rare quiet and solitude to steadily restock the ever-dwindling stores.

He ducked his head and tucked the last phials in with the others, the faint tinkling of glass against glass floating in the stillness as he ensured all labels were neatly aligned for easy readability in an emergency. After an unfortunate incident involving a nurse and a swarm of magimedical-grade leeches (not to mention the Coffee Bean Barrage), the use of Accio was indefinitely banned in the infirmary and the last thing any reasonable healer wished to do in time-sensitive situations was frantically rummage through wilfully neglected shelves. It was a personal pet hate of his, so he made a point of leaving the cupboard the way he always wished to find it.

Clean, tidy, and methodically organised.

The creak of the Hospital Wing door opening echoed that of the cupboard door closing. He hadn’t the chance to look up before he heard Felix’s voice, and the weak, nervous warble immediately drew his attention and concern.

“…reattaching body parts…”

Alsius turned and caught sight of Felix slumped against the doorway, his focus immediately pulled to his friend’s rapid breathing and sickly pallor. Despite the attempt to inject a certain nonchalance into his question, exhaustion etched Felix’s sweaty brow, his expression drawn painfully taut as he cradled a blood-soaked cloth against his head.

A sudden, leadened pit in Alsius’s stomach tipped the scales for haste. Fearing Felix would collapse to the floor, he rushed to the entrance and caught Felix’s weight against his side. He quickly ushered him to the nearest bed, and if the tall blond baulked at being unceremoniously laid out in such fumbling earnest, Alsius couldn’t hear it over the torrential roar of his racing thoughts.

“Sorry,” he whispered, somewhat amazed he had the presence of mind to apologise for such a brutish bedside manner. “With the bleeding, it’s better to lie down.”

Despite his relative youth, Alsius was generally cool and collected and not prone to dramatic mood swings, but when his gaze tracked the crimson rivulets steadily slipping down Felix’s wrist, something in him critically failed. He was no stranger to gruesome illness and injury, but Alsius was woefully unprepared for the visceral impact of seeing someone so dear to him in such a state.

As he stood and hovered over Felix, his chest tightened, heartbeat keeping time with the breakneck pace of all the grim possibilities reeling through his mind. Felix managed all the way here, he frantically reminded himself. It can’t be that serious. It was a paltry reassurance. He pinched his eyes shut against the unsettling swells in his emotions.

Set them aside. Heal. Reconcile the rest later. That was what his parents taught him in his early youth. That’s what Hogwarts more or less taught him in the infirmary. Yet his mind – his heart, still screamed: it’s Felix.

He turned and snapped the privacy curtains closed. Unnecessary considering they were alone, but the guise afforded him the barest moment to try to regain some semblance of composure.

The steadying breath he drew was audibly shaky.

After what felt like an age mustering his courage, Alsius returned to Felix’s side, lowering to sit at the edge of the bed. “Don’t worry, I’ll sort you out,” he murmured softly, though he was unsure if the reassurance for Felix’s benefit or his own.

He leaned forward to remove Felix’s hand and assess the damage, however just as his shaky fingertips brushed the back of Felix’s – he hesitated. He blinked and reached out again, only for his fingers to once again twitch away and curl defiantly into his palm.

There was more than a hint of frustration in Alsius’s sigh when he grudgingly compromised with himself. He rested his palm against the back of Felix’s hand as his gaze slowly surveyed the familiar topography of his friend’s face for all traces of primary and secondary injury. He murmured another apology when he lightly pressed his thumb into the side of Felix’s chin and carefully tilted his head to the side. Their hands remained protectively pressed over the wound, but Alsius still thoroughly searched the visible area for residual scorch damage from curses.

Any sort of evidence to restore the cool rationale upon which he so heavily relied.

A useless pursuit, like trying to capture vapour in his hands. The harder he focussed on ticking off a diagnostic checklist, the more each step dispersed into nothingness.

Alsius should just properly inspect the injury.

Alsius should just ask what happened.

It was the standard course of action no matter who found themselves in his care, but his faculties failed him. He shook his head against the internal contradictions: the spine-tingling fear and uncertainty, gut-wrenching anxiety, and the most alarming – the raw, hot sparks of anger that threatened his veins like flame at a fuse. At some point between his runaway thoughts and terrible excuse for a medical assessment, Alsius truly understood what Sebastian described feeling in the catacombs: cold, uncompromising protectiveness that overrode everything else. The ruthless sense of purpose that defied all rational thought was downright unnerving, and for someone as even-tempered as Alsius, its effect was so unsettling that he robbed him of his ability to function normally.

Nothing about it made sense, and it was maddening, but through the haze of it all there was one thing Alsius knew with unwavering certainty.

Felix would be fine because he would do absolutely everything in his power to ensure it.

Still, one question wrapped around his heart like a vice. It was the very first that crossed his mind in the emotional turmoil and the constant catalyst to whatever breakdown he actively tried to stave off.

It was an unrelenting, suffocating pressure that refused to be ignored. There was always the chance that it had been just an accident. Felix was unfortunately clumsy at times, but if this was maliciously inflicted on him…

Alsius didn’t need to know where or why, or what or how. He needed to know who.

And he would deal with that after.

Finally finding some sense of clarity once again, Alsius slowly exhaled into the heavy, ponderous silence as he gently tilted Felix’s face back to centre. When he finally spoke, the calm and even softness of his voice directly contradicted the steely intensity behind his eyes.

“Did someone do this to you?”

[traceyc-uk]

You were in Beasts class and Professor Howin asked you and a couple of your classmates to take care of the Kneazle pen. Nothing unusual, as far as tasks go. But when you approached the pen, there was a loud hiss at the gate: one of the Kneazles was looking at you as if you were the one who stepped on its tail, its brows furrowed and tail swinging frantically.

The spotted creature didn't seem to want to move away to let you pass, but you noticed that it was holding his paw up the entire time. What do you do?

On closer inspection, the poor thing’s paw is stuck through with bramble thorns and must’ve been in some terrible pain! No wonder it was behaving so saltily. “Let’s get these out shall we”

Professor Howen remarks that kissies are not necessary but the Kneazle didn’t seem to mind either way

[kiwiplaetzchen]

Behind the doors in a closet there slept a niffler. Not a filthy, sticky, dark closet, filled with discarded socks and smelly boots, nor yet a rough, sad, drafty closet with nothing to curl up into or to snack: it was a niffler closet, and that means comfort.

"Nosy~" a familiar voice calls the teal king from somewhere outside of his luscious throne cave. With the golden duckie on one side, hard-earned Christmas ornaments on the other, and a pile of coins, jewels, and other shinies beneath him — he was bound to have a great day.

"I got you some tasty milk with honey and cream! Nosy~ Come out!"

Inside his cosy lair, nestled atop a throne made from coins, a few pairs of Sebastian's socks and one suspiciously pilfered tie, the teal-furred menace slowly blinked awake as William's voice filtered in through the closet doors.

One paw curled lazily around his golden rubber duckie, the other pressed into a particularly delightful emerald brooch. Nosy smacked his beak, yawned a tiny, squeaky yawn, and stretched one leg out.

Then he heard it again. That mumsy voice.

"Nosy~ I got you some tasty milk with honey and cream! Nosy~ Come out!"

The Niffler's nose twitched.

Cream? Honey? Milk?

Nosy sat bolt upright, which sent the tower of coins beneath him jiggling. His eyes darted toward the door, his beak sticky from last night's biscuit raid, and gave a little sniff. The promise of something sweet trickled into his brain like syrup on warm toast.

Ah yes. There it was. The smell of indulgence.

With an elegant leap, he flung one of the wardrobe doors open, a puff of glitter dust bursting out behind him like confetti. There he stood - the Teal King himself, in all his glory! Head held high, belly pouch slightly puffed, his tail giving a confident wiggle.

But just as he took his first step out, he halted.

Glancing back over his shoulder, Nosy turned back with a huff, grabbed his golden duckie, and set it down at the threshold with a solemn pat on the head. Only once the duck was positioned, watching over his treasures, did the teal-furred troublemaker spin on his heel, squinting suspiciously toward the source of that oh-so-sweet offer. If this was some kind of trap to get him a bath… there better be a biscuit too..

The bowl of milk, though, was magnificent. It steamed slightly. It sparkled faintly. It smelt like heaven.

Nosy did not hesitate and dove in.

Once the bowl was empty - licked clean, flipped twice, and double-checked for any missed drops - the fluffy menace flopped back onto his bum with a satisfied grunt. A teeny, dignified burp escaped his milk-glazed beak.

Then he paused. Something felt different...

Nosy blinked slowly. A specific glint started to sparkle in the Niffler's eyes. His fur ruffled slightly as a breeze that didn't exist passed through the room. And then, barely audible, in a whisper the Niffler leaned forward and murmured:

"…Mama."

A blink.

"…Arson."

William blinked.

Nosy didn't blink.

Instead, a cheeky little smirk slowly spread across his furry little face - a smug, knowing curve of mischief and menace. It was a look the Slytherin knew far too well. The same look Nosy had when he decided to snatch Sebastian's magic stick. Or when he vanished for three hours and returned wearing someone else's Prefect badge and smelling faintly of smoke.

He didn't say another word, just stared at Will with the look of a creature who had plans. Very specific plans.

Without breaking eye contact, the little menace turned and began to waddle out of the room at a leisurely pace.

Right before slipping through the door, Nosy paused, lifted one tiny paw to his beak and gestured a soft, ominous:

Shhhhh.

[diana-bluewolf]

Hey Chris! Do you think you'll be up for some egg hunting this Easter? Slytherins are putting together a team (we HAVE to beat Hufflepuffs, unlike last year!) but nothing is solid just yet. I've heard there are going to be tasty prizes this time, if something like that can possibly swing your thoughts on the subject to a positive direction!

— 🌸

Egg hunt? What the hell is that? Another team bonding activity? Like, what, how many opponents can you strike in the head with an egg?

Nah, let Hufflepuffs win again since they are so good at that. And then, Chris knows just the Hufflepuff who wouldn't refuse to share the tasty prize with him.

[theravenchild]

It had been a harrowing week.

Wren is more than eager to stretch her legs, seeking a much needed reprieve from her endless assignments, the scent of old books, stacks of parchment and half written letters requesting extensions lest she inevitably becomes mad.

She’d expected the workload after the trip crossing North America with her parents, but right now homework will have to wait. As of this moment, there is only one matter occupying her mind, involving her small brownish, furry companion with a gluttonous belly.

She makes a beeline for the familiar milieu of the Ravenclaw’s Common Room, quickly spotting one of her favourite housemates. “Hellendil!” She chimes, almost tempted to crash into him with a hug. The mere sight of a fellow student fill her with immeasurable jitters after days of being confined to her desk.

“I’d planned to send you an owl but since I have you here, I wish to express my gratitude for looking after my wee Charlie in my absence!” She missed her little friend dearly, and knowing Charlie is less than eager to traverses out of the castle, who better to care for the lovable critter than someone who adores the creature as much as she does. “Should you ever need assistance in tending Sepulchria in the future, just know I’d be more than willing to be up to it. It’s the least I can do!”

“I’d be happy to collect him any time whenever he’s ready to come home to his nest. We both know he’s no Nosy, but a niffler nonetheless. I hope my boy didn’t cause much mischief!”

Hellendil is standing near the fireplace paging through one of his textbooks when he hears a familiar voice calling his name from across the common room.  He quickly turns in the direction of the voice, a smile coming to his face as he spots Wren heading toward him.  The book snaps shut and he opens his arms invitingly.  "Wren!  So good to see you, my friend!  The common room has been less bright without your smile and perhaps a bit too quiet.  I hope you haven't had too much trouble catching up.  I haven't seen you much since you got back so you must have been terribly busy.  If you need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask."

He can read in her stance this was a much needed break from all the catch-up work she'd been doing.  His smile widens again at the mention of her little furry companion whom he'd been caring for in her absence.  He chuckles a little at the mention of Sebastian's little mischief maker, Nosy.  "Charlie was very little trouble compared to our little teal friend.  A couple stolen chocolate frogs and sweets here or there and some holes dug in one of the planters in the common room, but nothing that couldn't be easily remedied or replaced.  I do have some rather surprising news for you, though.  Come with me and we'll collect your wee little one.  When last I checked a few minutes ago, she was nesting in one of my old sweaters in the dorm."  He motions towards the staircase and leads the way.

When they arrive at the dorm room, he places the book on the desk and hurries over to the bed where the little brown and white furball was still curled up in the sweater.  He kneels beside the bed and gently pets her with his forefingers to rouse her.  "Wakey, wakey little princess, your Mama's back from her travels and eager to see you." His eyes soften with a smile as the little niffler stretches against his fingers awaking from her slumber. He pulls a small treat from his pocket and offers it to Charlie as a little extra incentive.

[princeps-lucis]

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[ror-roleplay]

Oh dear. Ilvermorny, Durmstrang, and more - the schools descend, and our students are far too excited for their own good.