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The Dark Arts Society

Yep, still here (albeit a little inactive for the time being because yay, math homework!). :p

The Dark Arts Society

"Oh yeah, it's weird," Norvel agreed, watching Alex carefully for her reaction, "Apparently mud— uh, muggle borns are less magical 'cause they stole their magic from the purebloods and probably support muggles. And then they're not as good at magic, and they'd be dirtying the bloodlines if they marry a pureblood, so... Something like that, I think." He grew awkwardly silent for a moment before adding, "...They're all the same to me, though, I promise," (The boy inwardly cursed himself for letting his friends' vocabulary rub off on him. She wasn't going to notice, was she...?) "Uh yeah, brooms!" he said quickly, eager to change the subject. "I flew a broom before, too... Just once, though. Flew myself straight into the wall and broke just about every bone in my arm." Norvel paused for a moment, grinning dreamily as if lost in a fond memory. (Of course, he was leaving out certain parts of the story, but she didn't need to know that.) "Mum and dad were so angry..." He leaned in closer to Alex as he lowered his voice to a whisper, the grin slowly flickering to more of a mischievous smile. "I wanna get on a broomstick again," he said lowly, "Just need to make sure my parents don't find out and I don't crash into any walls or fall to my death and then everything's good... Say, you don't know anyone who'd be able to help me with that, do you?" Norvel shot her a rather meaningful look. But then a few moments later, he was back to grinning like an idiot and returned her over enthusiasm with even more over enthusiasm, if that made any sense. (In fact, his grin started getting so wide it looked... mildly concerning.) "Team Only Child," he mused, "I like that!"

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"Fancy...?" Norvel pondered for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head. "Oh no, my parents are just kinda weird. Thought they'd try to spice up the names or something like that." The boy took another stab at his steak before continuing. "Oh, I had a few wizard... friends before I came here. Always going on and on about how pure bloods were better than muggle borns. We're still friends and all, but to be honest..." he grinned and looked around as if checking for eavesdroppers before turning back to Alex. "They got really boring sometimes." "Flying lessons?" he asked rather excitedly, suddenly perking up. "Oh, that's the class I've been waiting for! Y—" Norvel cut himself odd as he realized the girl had continued on talking without waiting for a response. The boy took a good chunk out of his steak before he realized Alex had looked over to him and was probably waiting for a response. "Oh... yeah, I've been waiting for flying lessons too! And transfiguration, I guess. It sounds pretty fun." He paused for a moment, but as he continued, there was a tone of awe in his voice. "...But you've actually flown on a broomstick before? Without crashing into a wall?" He still remembered his first time on a broomstick — which had ended with him crashing straight into a wall and breaking his arm. He hadn't flown since, but he was definitely planing on having that change. "Well, I'm looking forwards to having dorms too," he admitted, "I don't have any siblings, either."

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Norvel felt decidedly relieved as he realized Alex didn't seem like someone who'd be too hard to get along with. "Oh thank Merlin," he said as he shook her hand a little too enthusiastically. A rather crooked smile started to make its way onto his face. "I thought I'd never find someone to sit with..." He looked up to her hopefully, undoubtedly already wondering if they could be friends. The boy gave her a rather thoughtful look as he settled down in his seat and drummed his fingers against the table. She didn't seem like a bad person... from the few sentences he'd heard her speak. But then again, he'd never been one to be picky about friends. So he'd just go along with the flow and see how things went then, he guessed. "Uh... oh yeah, the name's Norvel. Sorry I forgot to mention that earlier," he said rather apologetically, then paused for a moment before continuing on, "So do ya know anyone here? None of my... friends go here, anyway." Norvel said the word "friends" rather gingerly, as if afraid that saying it too loud would've caused the ceiling to cave in or one of the teachers to suddenly swerve around and glare in their direction. The boy's gaze darted from the teachers to Alex and then to the teachers again for a moment, but then he shook his head and focused his attention on his plate instead. He stabbed at some steak with his fork, putting a little too much vigor into the motions and muttered something barely audible about "houses on fire".

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Norvel glared at the floor sullenly as he made his way towards the Hufflepuff table, something akin to a pout plastered on his face. Things definitely weren’t going his way today – not that he had a problem with the house he’d been sorted into – but his parents had just abruptly decided without him that sending him off to one school while the rest of his friends were sent off to who knows where was a good idea. That, for him, was definitely enough to dampen the mood for… a while, to say the least. He’d tried to cheer himself up with mild success on the train ride on the way to Hogwarts, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do something ridiculously reckless just out of frustration. So he’d just stuffed those thoughts into the back of his mind for now. (…Not that they’d stay there for long, anyhow.) The announcements the headmistress had made earlier all flew right over the boy’s head as he’d gazed blankly at some of the Gryffindors who’d been making a ruckus. Something about Weasley products…? (He'd been able to pay at least some attention during the sorting ceremony, but now he was just starting to feel bored.) Norvel was pretty sure none of this concerned him anyway, so he’d zoned out for a while as the headmistress prattled on and on about rules... the Forbidden Forest... staff members... Then he zoned right back in as the smell of food reached his nostrils. The boy perked up with alarming speed and started to shove all manner of food onto his plate. When he finally looked up, he realized some of the other first years were moving to other tables. Norvel gave them a rather suspicious look, but didn't say anything. Were they really allowed to do that, or were they just breaking the rules…? (Not that he was against breaking the rules or anything, he reassured himself. He’d break the rules if his friends insisted they had to, but otherwise, he wasn't particularly working towards breaking the rules, either.) He eventually decided to just stick to the Hufflepuff table. Right, he thought, expression lighting up as he eyed the other first years at the table, Uh… friends. Yeah, friends. Um… Norvel wasn’t particularly picky when it came to friends (pretty much anyone would do, actually) so naturally, he shuffled towards the first person who looked talkative enough and tried his best to slap a smile on his face. (Although it did come out looking more like a really thin, forced one. Maybe even a grimace is you looked closely enough.) “Hey,” he said tentatively as he took a seat beside Alex, eyeing her curiously, “You’re a first year too, right…?”

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Name: Norvel Ivanovich Orlov Date of Birth: July 1st 1988 Appearance: Bright reddish hair | dull grey eyes | freckles | has a few minor scars from doing reckless things | peachy complexion Blood Status: Half-blood Personality: Norvel is, if anything, a really big pushover. As long as you claim to be his "friend" and promise you'll "be friends forever", he'll gladly follow you to hell and back. This's usually in the form of him acting in a way that others usually find... creepy (secretly following you, "taking care" of (usually) imagined threats while your back is turned, picking fights with people who even look at you funny, etc.). And if you have other friends and he feels like they're getting in the way of his "true friendship"... He does tends to get a little extreme when it comes to this sort of thing. Most of the time, while he's not exactly meek, he'll definitely hold his friends' decisions above his own. Even if he's uncomfortable with what they're doing (or if they're doing morally dubious things), he probably won't say anything about it and go along with the flow. For example, his friends could probably tell him to juggle broken pieces of glass and he wouldn't question it. (...That's happened already, actually.) Also, he can be surprisingly whiny at times, which can be... extremely annoying, to say the very least. The only thing other than friends that Icarus really seems to treasure is the attention from them. (This's probably mostly because his former friends used to ignore him a lot.) So the only surefire way to tick him off is to completely ignore him, really. Wand: Hawthorn, Dragon Heartstring House: Hufflepuff Best Classes: Flying, Transfiguration Worst Classes: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions History: Norvel was born to a halfblood wizard and a muggle born witch on the first of July, 1988, as an only child. His parents had always been rather supportive of Dumbledore and his ideals, so he grew up believing purebloods and halfbloods were equal. And, having a father working for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he also grew up with a decent amount of knowledge on this sort of thing. They were somewhat overprotective, as well, and preferred to keep their son in sight where they could see him rather than have him running around unsupervised. He was content for the first few years of his life, but having no siblings, he did start to feel rather lonely as he got older. Realizing this, they decided to encourage frequent visits between him and one of their friend's children, Natasha. Norvel, however, soon realized she wasn't exactly easy to get along with. In fact, her seemingly erratic personality only served to confuse him and, eventually, caused him to start avoiding her and start looking for better friends. So, eventually, he started wandering around the neighbourhood without his parents' knowledge. Not long after, he ran into some of the other kids in the neighborhood. Even though Norvel soon found out their views went against pretty much everything he'd been taught, they figured it'd be entertaining having someone as gullible as him around, and convinced him to stay. At first, they just did little things like pull pranks on the muggles in the area, but then they soon moved onto bigger things and eventually ended up setting several muggles' houses on fire. Norvel' parents caught on after that and stopped him from visiting his friends, but weren't really sure how to deal with him otherwise. When he received the letter, though, his parents gladly sent him off, hoping Hogwarts would be a fresh start for him. Norvel, however... wasn't so happy.

The Dark Arts Society(Another HP RP)

Just to let you know, I added a little bit more to his backstory. It'll tie in with AtSixesAndSeven's character, so...

The Dark Arts Society(Another HP RP)

Yay, Hufflepuffs! And yeah, I was pretty tied between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff when I chose a house for him. :p

The Dark Arts Society(Another HP RP)

I changed it. And oh goodie, another one of my characters is in Hufflepuff. :p

The Dark Arts Society(Another HP RP)

Oops, the form's kind of... long. Should I edit out some parts, or...? (Also, I'll edit in the height / weight later.)

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Name: Norvel Ivanovich Orlov Date of Birth: July 1st 1988 Appearance: Bright reddish hair | dull grey eyes | freckles | has a few minor scars from doing reckless things | peachy complexion Blood Status: Half-blood Personality: Norvel is, if anything, a really big pushover. As long as you claim to be his "friend" and promise you'll "be friends forever", he'll gladly follow you to hell and back. This's usually in the form of him acting in a way that others usually find... creepy (secretly following you, "taking care" of (usually) imagined threats while your back is turned, picking fights with people who even look at you funny, etc.). And if you have other friends and he feels like they're getting in the way of his "true friendship"... He does tends to get a little extreme when it comes to this sort of thing. Most of the time, while he's not exactly meek, he'll definitely hold his friends' decisions above his own. Even if he's uncomfortable with what they're doing (or if they're doing morally dubious things), he probably won't say anything about it and go along with the flow. For example, his friends could probably tell him to juggle broken pieces of glass and he wouldn't question it. (...That's happened already, actually.) Also, he can be surprisingly whiny at times, which can be... extremely annoying, to say the very least. The only thing other than friends that Icarus really seems to treasure is the attention from them. (This's probably mostly because his former friends used to ignore him a lot.) So the only surefire way to tick him off is to completely ignore him, really. Wand: Hawthorn, Dragon Heartstring House: Hufflepuff Best Classes: Flying, Transfiguration Worst Classes: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions History: Norvel was born to a halfblood wizard and a muggle born witch on the first of July, 1988, as an only child. His parents had always been rather supportive of Dumbledore and his ideals, so he grew up believing purebloods and halfbloods were equal. And, having a father working for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he also grew up with a decent amount of knowledge on this sort of thing. They were somewhat overprotective, as well, and preferred to keep their son in sight where they could see him rather than have him running around unsupervised. He was content for the first few years of his life, but having no siblings, he did start to feel rather lonely as he got older. Realizing this, they decided to encourage frequent visits between him and one of their friend's children, Natasha. Norvel, however, soon realized she wasn't exactly easy to get along with. In fact, her seemingly erratic personality only served to confuse him and, eventually, caused him to start avoiding her and start looking for better friends. So, eventually, he started wandering around the neighbourhood without his parents' knowledge. Not long after, he ran into some of the other kids in the neighborhood. Even though Norvel soon found out their views went against pretty much everything he'd been taught, they figured it'd be entertaining having someone as gullible as him around, and convinced him to stay. At first, they just did little things like pull pranks on the muggles in the area, but then they soon moved onto bigger things and eventually ended up setting several muggles' houses on fire. Norvel' parents caught on after that and stopped him from visiting his friends, but weren't really sure how to deal with him otherwise. When he received the letter, though, his parents gladly sent him off, hoping Hogwarts would be a fresh start for him. Norvel, however... wasn't so happy.