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Hogwarts: The New Professors

Subscribed! & working on a CS. :3

Hogwarts Faculty Role Play Anyone?

Would a female Newt Scamander x Luna Lovegood - type of character be suitable?

Venting Thread

Every time I finish a book, I buy two or three more in excitement. It’s like taking one step forward and then two or three backwards. /rantover

What shows/movies are you watching?

Deadpool & Wolverine (2024)

My bestie has a loyal crush on Ryan Reynolds, so she’s pulled me along for this surprisingly hilarious and joyously cheeky ride for a third time. Truth be told, I was bothering her about this third Deadpool movie as opposed to the other way around. And, I usually shy to the more conservative type movies in many respects. So, there.

The 4th wall breaking jokes really challenged some good actors (such as Matthew Macfadyen). Everyone was pressed to exercise their best talent as to keep in character while outside the fourth wall. It was very amusing. With all that said, the movie was everything as expected plus more. The spirit of Deadpool embracing the seemingly unembraceable as smoothly awkward and charmingly ham as possible was… of course, absolutely laudable. At least, in my book.

I give it a 9.5 out of 10. The .5 was deducted simply for not having more Negasonic Teenage Warhead and Yukio in it.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I used to work in an ice cream parlor.

Book Quotes

What would our hosting style look like if we considered it our role to first offer love, then food? Perhaps a little less time would be spent in prepping an extra side dish, and a little more time would be given to preparing our hearts to receive our guests with loving attention.

Melanie Wolf, Draw A Circle (Not A Line): A Modern Guide To The Ancient Art Of Hospitality

Avalia

_{T I M E : One Week After Human Arrival
L O C A T I O N : Seaside Park, Port10
I N T E R A C T I O N S : @JJ Doe, @Conscripts
T A G S : @JJ Doe , @Conscripts
E Q U I P M E N T :}

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Usually, Aurora would be embarrassed by the Orc’s prospect. She knew what she would have done if things were different. She never drank. Never. It was a rule her father instilled upon her.

“Your mental eye, forever more important than your physical eyes — cursed without sight, for more than this reason, should always seek peace and clarity.” There was an entire world resting upon her shoulders. Her mind could see various pathways, unclouded by supernatural truths. Each pathway lead to its own conclusion…

… and one small butterfly wing could change the entire course of history. The maze, she knew so well, would re-arrange, and the conclusions would change, right before her mind’s eye. For this reason, she was warned against judgement, condemnation, jealousy, avarice… the list marched onward.

“Yes. Thank you, Barrock. A rest would be nice,” Her hand extended to the flask. She could not will herself to reject his kind offering. She felt as a shell of her former self, and for some reason, she thought some new, mysterious answer to her problems was just a small sip away.

Aurora tipped the flask to her lips. The drink stung her tongue and tingled all the way to her stomach. A small smile drew wearily in her lips, and suddenly, she took another small sip and quickly forced the flask back Barrock. Her blind eyes squinted shut as the drink burned a tingle down her throat and into her belly.

Her lips trembled a little, and she could feel the tears coming, again. Instead a small laugh stopped in her chest. All of this was so silly. What even was the point? The likelihood of them succeeding was so narrow. “Barrock, our dear friend…” A small breath escaped her as she tried to muster up courage to ask the large creature a question.

For the first time in days, Aurora removed her hood. She allowed her white hair to glisten silver in the sun. It felt wonderful — even the sun kissing her pale skin and rosy cheeks. “I am so sorry,” She looked up at the sky “I feel so lost. How do you manage to move forward with such ease?”

Orcs were a different creature than elves. They were rare if at all to be anywhere close to as wise as elves. And here, she sat reflecting on her own wisdom and seeing nothing but faults and cracks in her logic. What was she missing?

She was missing Zara, but still, there had to be more to the answer. A deeper meaning… What was deeper than life? Was the answer in contemplating the death of a dear friend? There would always be mystery and deeper meaning in contemplating death. She was taught this many of times. And the answer despite all, without a doubt remained at the center of life. So, why was she contemplating the darkness so much?

Rowan’s eyes flickered at Vasco. He was highly hesitant about Barrock’s idea. He wanted Aurora under his own supervision. Yet, he felt it was all too insulting to negate his friend, as much as they had already subject him to. This, let it be.

“You look like you need food,” Rowan let out a sigh, which was better than gritting his teeth. The human was scrappy. Everything about him shrieked of the word. He could not deafen the sound everyone he looked upon the filthy body. His sister was lucky she was blind. Although, he wondered if he reeked to her senses.

She was too kind of a creature for treating him so nicely if they did.

“There’s a place in over there with lodging and hospitality from the looks of it. Follow me…” He turned, white hair flowing behind him. Silver eyes piercing forward as he walked. “Don’t run off. We have enough problems on our hands, and remember, this is your idea.” The fool better take the compliment. It was the least he could say considering everything.

At least, Rowan thought, the man had ideas. He had a head full of them. The problem was figuring out which ones wanted to take control was another. “If you need me to carry you the whole way, just in case, let me know.” He scoffed at last. Whatever that was back there, he was hoping just another one of Vasco’s unruly and wild inside jokes. He’d rather not make physical contact with the human, hand-holding jokes aside, but as Barrock pounded into him — this was a duty, and with duty, Rowan always took honor.

Before they got to the lodge, medium and quaint all at the same time, Rowan pulled Vasco close, tucking him in between buildings. Before a kiss joke could be made, Rowan shot a whisper at his companion. “Don’t draw attention to yourself. Let me do the talking. You’re a human,” his hand quickly ruffled Vasco’s hair so it fell over his beaten ears.

“You smell like one, too,” he made a face of disgust. “It shouldn’t matter. They don’t understand your scent yet. With your hair like this — don’t touch it, we should be able to get by until we get you a disguise.” Either the human was going to listen or he wasn’t. He was black and white and highly unpredictable like that. It was as if he really did want to be killed.

Writing contest - Once upon a time

If I could vote, I would vote for for An Unexpected Reunion.

I kind of got lost in the first two paragraphs and subsequently read the entry backwards (a trick I learned from a kid at summer camp) — paragraph by paragraph and then re-read it correctly thereafter. It’s interesting both ways. I would say reading it from top to bottom makes more sense. Although, the climax feels more forced and rushed that way.

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Book Quotes

"Bless your heart, Molly Maid," she says, throwing her arms around me again. "Don't believe what anyone says. You're not a freak. Or a robot. And I'll never forget this as long as I live. You'll see. I swear, I won't forget."

Nita Prose, The Maid