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I'm not sure if i'm allowed to but i wrote out some lore for the Kalnach way of goverment. As i'm planning to make my charachter a Kalnachian. I'll just post it here and i guess you can tell me if anything is wrong.

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Depends are you man enough?Can you handle the stress?Can you deal with it?Short answer is yes.


I eat stress for breakfast! Together with some milk and cornflakes. Anyway i'll try to get my CS up as soon as possible.
Hi! I was just wondering, is this RP still open?
David chuckled at the first, none-serious response. “Hey! That’s not fair!” he quickly responded about it. But in truth he never fully minded the pranks the girl would release on him. But when he heard that she was going to prank Adelle he got a little more serious. Thought before he could react she dragged him from his collar. All the way he was saying: “Hey no. Let go. Oh this is humiliating.” It wasn’t really humiliating. He just let it go. But all the way he was thinking.

In Slytherin Adelle was somewhat known. Mostly after she got hit by a Bludger last year. It was one of the many reasons why Gryffindor and Slytherin never really liked each other. On one side David thought that pranking her would be a bad idea. It was only the start of the year. If they already started pulling pranks on each other than by the end of the year not even each other’s dorm rooms wouldn’t be safe. On the other side. He was a Slytherin. She was a Gryffindor. They just had to annoy one another. It was part of being in Slytherin or Gryffindor.

Eventually she released his collar when they got near the creature. “Ohn. It actually looks kind of cute.” Then he inched closer to Esme and whispered in her ear: “The castle’s empty. Get the Quidditch chest. Hex a Bludger so it only flies for Adelle and release it. She’ll never see it coming but scream so damn loud.” He then looked back at the creature as if he never ever said something. Though in his mind he was doubting if the idea crossed a certain line. His ideas often crossed the line between funny and dangerous.
I think you could just show up at Hagrid's hut. It's a mixed class (Care for magical creatures) for all ages and houses and everyone is gathering there now. Nothing much really happened so far.
David - On his way to Hagrid
On his way towards the class he saw the girl Esme. She was part of the Quidditch team. A prankster in his eyes. While David himself wasn’t really good with pranks, he loved laughing. So naturally he liked Esme for pulling the pranks. He decided to approach her.“Hey! Esme!” but when he got close he could smell something weird. He also saw that her hair was a bit longer than usual. Then he noticed her grin. So wicked than he immediately knew what was going on. “Oh dear…who’s going to be the victim this time? What did he or she do?” he asked. He was a little worried because there was this weird smell of burned hair around her. That and her hair that was long. Esme never had long hair.
When will Hagrid's class start? It's kinda because i'm waiting for it as my character can't really do something. (except watching the girls play some Quidditch and studying their tactics. But i'm not sure i'd be welcome to do that)
David didn’t act surprised when Anthony barged off after he told his mom was justly rewarded. The murmur. The way he used the word ‘justly’. He wasn’t sure of course. But Anthony looked distressed enough. Maybe she was sentenced just like his father was. That would certainly explain the fact that Anthony stormed out on him. He kept eating his bagel, over thinking the very short conversation. Eventually he settled on sending a letter to his father asking what happened to the Stuarts. In the mean time he’d try to stay on friendly ground with Anthony. Though he knew that would be rather difficult now, as he assumed that Anthony had taken the question for an insult.

After the self-reflection on the subject he finished his bagel and looked around. He noticed a few Gryffindor girls at their table, finishing their breakfast. He though he recognized one of them from Quidditch, but he wasn’t sure. Eventually he picked up his bag and began his walk towards Hagrid’s Hut and the mixed lesson.
David noticed that for a second Anthony changed a little. He became quiet. Was he right? Then, hearing that his mother was much more active within her job he saw the confirmation that he needed. It were the same Stuarts. Under all his clothes and robes, a small shudder travelled down David’s back. His father never told what has happened to the Stuarts. One part of him always hoped that they were send to Azkaban. All of them. But now that he knew they had a son. His thoughts changed. His father always regretted the very day he became aligned with Voldemort and saw salvation in both his wife and son. Maybe the same happened to the Stuarts?

Still, he preferred to stay cautious. “So, how are your parents doing? Did they get rewarded for their hard work?” It was an edgy question that could easily be taken offensive. But it also offered a double edged answer. Were they punished by the Wizengamot? This would mean that they got what they more or less deserved. But he answered somewhat excitingly it might mean that they aligned themselves a second time with Voldemort and were rewarded for their loyalty. Or so David was thinking. He did regret the question a little though. He didn’t want to come over rude. He just didn’t want to be friends with people who helped Voldemort.
David grabbed a bagel. He was still hungry, especially after all the running. “You thought right.” He said in between two bites. “And I did hear about you. You were pretty impressive back when you dueled.” David had remembered the kid a few years back. He was in the audience. There was no way around it, Anthony had skill and talent. Though while David was eating and speaking, his mind was somewhere else.

It was the last name that troubled him. Stuart. His father had told him after his third year in Slytherin about his past. A little because he wanted to scare David out of magic or at least make him more cautious. Never the less the name Stuart often dropped. “Stuart, you say?” David then asked, a little more serious and careful. “I think I heard that name before. Now that I think of it. My dad often told stories about the Stuarts back when he lived in the United Kingdom.” He took another bite from his bagel, buying himself time to overthink his words. “Yeah, I remember. He used to work with the Stuarts back in the old days.” He looked straight at Anthony, trying to read his face or see a reaction. In the meantime he was also worried. What if the kid wasn’t from the same Stuarts his dad worked with? Maybe he said too much already?
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