#open HP rp

[fantastic-wizards]

open to: non-mutuals ( 18+ only for muses ) made with: beta editor muse: severus ( marauder era )

" well of COURSE i was hiding. did you really expect me to go out while james and his merry minions were lurking about? "

[entangledmuses]

OPEN STARTER

Muse: Georgina Kerrington

Fandom: Harry Potter. Is twin Sister to Violet

Crossover friendly: Yes

Mutuals only for now please. If not a mutual, please come say hello first

“You know, if you’re actually trying to read that book, it helps if its the right way round.” Georgina said, not lifting her eyes, to look at the other who sat across from her.

She knew they were looking at her, clear by the fact that they were not reading the book, and their eyes hovered over the top of the book.

[dreammakcr]

OPEN TO ║ all! crossovers and OC welcome. MUSE ║ginny weasley FANDOM ║ harry potter SPECIES ║ witch

"I'm...not sure we're supposed to be in here," the redhead muttered, glancing around in the dark, the only light being the one illuminating from her wand.

[rp-tea-and-magic]

Bloody hell... Where am I ?

Open : To anyone over 18

(Simply reblog with your text if you want to RP!)

Context : Severus Snape is in his last year of Howgart when he got transported to another place/time/dimension. Where ? You choose ! Does your character know who Severus is ? Your choice as well !

"... it's the same bloody plant, Mul..." The young man stopped abruptly, realizing that his dormmate, who he was talking to, was not standing next to him anymore.

Shoulders hunched protectively, eyes darting back and forth in search of an enemy, he wiped out his wand, ready to strike.

He seemed dangerous, in a eerie way. Like a cornered beast, ready to kill to escape. And yet, in some other aspects, he was very similar to a normal, panicked teenager, clenching his worn-down books against his chest.

"What... Where...?", he mumbled for himself, turning around, finally noticing that there was someone standing close to him.

[managedxmischief]

| OPEN ; MICHAEL |

Michael winced. "Bloody hell." He huffed. "I'd do it again. I can take what the Carrows dish out." He said with a nod. "I'd rather it be me getting tortured than first years." The Ravenclaw said with a frown, which hurt his beaten face. "They're still innocent...they don't deserve being locked away and hurt."

[rphelperblog]

[femmeflos]

— open starter !! ♡ muse: daphne greengrass ♡ open to: m/f/nb (platonic)

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"is ravenclaw having a party tonight?" she asks, bored expression on her well made-up face. she sighs, leaning on her hand rested on her chin. she's itching for something fun to do, irritated with the overwhelming workload that her seventh year has brought. "because i don't wanna write this stupid potions essay."

[escapedfromtheabyss]

"Uh, Yule ball..you...me...wanna go...?" Smooth, Harry.

[deletreatualma]

open to all

Draco halted her step as their comment registered. She could feel her pulse quickening even before she fully turned around to face them. She tilted her head, expression remaining neutral, "say that again," she asked though the anger in her voice made it sound more like a challenge.

[signetrings]

i'm craving some short things, so like this for a one-liner most likely based on a meme.

[allwaswellrp]

WANTED ON ALL WAS WELL: THE FOURTH UNFORGIVABLE

A new curse has been flying through the dark streets of London. The wizards behind it have not yet been apprehended, but it can only be assumed that their intent is nefarious. Drain, as it's being called by the public, is a curse that nullifies a user's ability to use magic. It doesn't happen immediately. It starts slowly, gradually draining the wizard's magical abilities over a course of days and weeks before leaving them completely powerless, and in some cases, comatose. While some say it's only fear-mongering, those at St. Mungo's know the malevolent truth. Drain, or better known by the Ministry of Magic as Desiccatum Magus, is a dark curse that is suspected to have been released from the Department of Mysteries' vaults. In a race against the clock, St. Mungo's is grappling for a cure. Most wizards have been able to be awoken, but none with their magic. One child, an eleven year old boy, has passed.

OPEN ROLES

patient 001: --- flint

open age, pureblood, open face

the only pureblood cursed so far. simply put, they were cursed as an excuse for silas to not appear as if he were only targeting those of 'lesser' blood. unfortunately, they were deemed an easy target as their family was already in the dumps due to their squib brother.

patient 002: --- ---

open age, muggleborn & werewolf, open face

the cursee who has accepted their fate. already a muggleborn who lived the majority of their life without magic, they are taking the symptoms as they come. part-werewolf. happy-go-lucky, and always see's the glass half full kind of pal.

patient 003: --- ---

open age, halfblood, open face

cursee number three is smarter than meets the eye. they spend their free time trying to find what everyone can't. half-veela. they either have no family or too much family, and is trying to survive for themselves, or for others. savior complex.

patient 004: --- ---

open age, halfblood & metamorphmagus, open face

can't keep still. runs the halls of gringotts to keep themselves busy and bother everyone else. part metamorphmagus. uses their powers while they can to sneak around. class clown. deep down is absolutely terrified.

cursebreaker: --- ---

open age, open blood status, open face

once apart of the potioneering department but now back as a cursebreaker following a traumatic injury, they are fresh to the case and doing theirs best to grow again.

cursebreaker: --- ---

open age, open blood status, open face

this cursebreaker is angry. flies off the handle, can't always keep it in check, and might need a calming presence to bring them back down to earth. maybe they have been affected in some way, sibling of the dead?

guidelines ϟ premise & subplots ϟ lore ϟ apply

[fantastic-wizards]

Like for something small. I'll blog this a few times today. Be sure to specify character/s. It's Sunday so I imagine ill blog a few suggestive things as well.

[prioriiincantatem]

PLOTTING CALL. Anyone still around and wanting to play? All my muses are waking up again and would love to do something. Like or comment on this with who you'd like to play with.

I can plot on here via messages or even on discord if you'd prefer.

[dreammakcr]

OPEN TO ║ all! crossovers welcome. MUSE ║ hermione granger FANDOM ║ harry potter SPECIES ║ witch

"You know, it's rude to interrupt someone while they're reading. I was just getting to the good part," the brunette commented, closing the book and looking up. "Did something happen?"

[rp-tea-and-magic]

Echinacea's thief

Open : To anyone over 18

(Simply reblog with your text if you want to RP!)

Context : Severus Snape is in his last year of Howgart; Lily and James are dating, death eaters are recruiting, and the war has started.

- - - - -

The warm light of a late afternoon was seeping through the large bay windows of the greenhouse, dancing across leaves, thorns and flowers.

Classes had ended half an hour ago, and the only noises that could be heard were the snip of his scissors. The silence was relaxing, but Severus had to stay on guard, in case someone was coming.

Echinacea was a relatively common plant, but despite his efforts, he had not managed to find it, nor around the Quidditch field, nor on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and the potion he was experimenting on would become an unsalvageable mess if he waited any longer.

Severus had become, over the years, quite efficient when it came to stealing potion ingredients from the greenhouse or from Professor Slughorn's storage. He knew that no one would be there, at this time of the day, after classes and before curfew, and he knew how to unlock the door without raising suspicions.

Unfortunately for him, this time, someone else had decided to go into the greenhouse.

He heard the door unlocking and opening, and turned to face the visitor, whipping out his wand, ready to defend himself against another student -or to accept gracefully the inevitable detention if it was a teacher.

[managedxmischief]

| open ; n.ewt s.camander |

"Be gentle with him. His fingers are quiet sharp he will let you know if you're being too rough." Newt said softly. "His name is Pickett. He's got quite the personality." He smiled.