Phloem

[High Casual]The Ruins of Hogwarts

Crappy post, sorry. I'm exhausted. x.x

[High Casual]The Ruins of Hogwarts

Lucas Calloway

’I can’t wait till the banquet’s over.’

It was all Lucas could think about as he sat at the Ravenclaw table, amidst the cacophonous chattering of everyone else in the Great Hall. While the first years seemed utterly awestruck by the starry sky above them, it had long since lost its charm for him. The trip to Hogwarts was exhausting, as always, and right now, all he wanted to do was sleep - something that all this noise made nigh impossible to do. Why his aunt insisted on him travelling all the way back to Wales every year was beyond him, all it seemed to be was a waste of time and energy. Perhaps she simply wished to lessen the window of opportunity he had to cause trouble? Lucas wasn’t sure, though he didn’t exactly care, either. But he supposed that there was some merit in being borderline notorious in school. No one bothered him, and if they did - he had no qualms with using a couple of hexes to shut them up.

This period of quiet didn’t last long, however, as he heard some kind of commotion unfolding somewhere down the table. Craning his neck, Lucas had to squint slightly to get a better glimpse of the situation.

Oh. It was her.

Lucas could barely contain a snicker as he watched the girl stammer her way through an apology. What was her name again? Jennifer? Janet? He didn’t know, but whatever it was, it started with a ‘J’, and that falling right into someone’s chest thing? Priceless. With luck, this year’s Sorting Feast would prove more entertaining than the last, though he didn’t exactly set his expectations high. A long, shuddering yawn from escaping him as he looked around at the rest of the Great Hall. Christ, he really should’ve gotten some sleep on the train instead of just trawling through Twitter like an idiot. There was never anything interesting on there, anyway.

Still, even with his fatigue-dulled senses, Lucas managed to listen in on a conversation happening not too far away. Something about the new captain of Gryffindor’s Quidditch team? Big fucking deal. It sounded boring, really. News like this had never been up his alley, and the most amusing thing was how everyone seemed to be talking about it. While he could’ve done the sensible thing - keeping his head down, and his mouth shut - Lucas and ‘sensible’ had never, in all his 17 years, been put together in the same sentence.

“Whoop-dee-fucking-doo, Demetria’s the new Captain. Who gives a shit?” Lucas muttered, though it was definitely loud enough for those in his immediate vicinity to hear, as apparent from the dirty looks his little comment earned him. Hey, he was in a bad mood, alright? The last thing on his mind was school spirit, and from what he saw, he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. While he didn’t have a personal vendetta against her, stirring up trouble was always a guaranteed way of keeping things fresh.

Salem Witches' Institute {High-Casual, Harry Potter}

Seeing as there aren't many characters in the same years and houses, should we omce up with some existing relationships between characters?
@Phloem, maybe Dor and Lu could be friends since they're in the same year?

@Prints Avoid

Totally. Also, ignore how this reply's two days late, was busy getting my ass kicked by work. :P

[High Casual]The Ruins of Hogwarts

@iSuspect

I've been busy with work, but I'll see if I can post when I get home tonight.

Salem Witches' Institute {High-Casual, Harry Potter}

Lucien Trépagnier

|LUCIEN “LU” TRÉPAGNIER|

Name:

Lucien Trépagnier

Gender:

Male

Age:

17

Year:

6th

Blood:

Muggleborn

House:

Animikii

Wand:

10" Spruce Wood, Springy with a Dragon Heartstring Core

Pet:

Tamesis, the Savannah Cat. Or just ‘Tammy’, for short.

Tamesis

Electives:

Apparation, Divination, and Care of Magical Creatures

Clubs:

Duelling Club, Charms Club, and Quidditch

Personality:

On a regular basis, Lucien is of the happy-go-lucky mindset, often stating that no one should take life too seriously, because in the end, everyone ends up in the same place -- even if he doesn’t truly believe what he’s preaching. More often than not, he can be seen with a smile on his face, and he’s always quick to crack a joke or make a teasing remark. He’s never uncomfortable; in fact, his boldness often borders on brash and crosses into downright crude, thanks to his lack of a filter. If it’s on his mind, it’s out of his mouth. All things considered, he can be quite the charmer when he needs to be, having been raised under the watchful eye of Southern Hospitality. It’s easy enough for him to cover up these occasional lapses -- nothing a smirk and a few pretty words can’t clear up, right?

His moral compass isn’t pointing exactly straight though, and while he isn’t purposely malicious, he does have an explosive temper when crossed. Furthermore, he’s not one to turn down a few drinks and a good party or say no to a date with an attractive stranger. You see, Lucien firmly believes that you only have one life and you’ve got to live it, otherwise what’s the point? There’s no such thing as mistakes in his mind, only learning curves and stories you can one day share with your grandkids. He spends a lot of time thinking, speculating and asking questions about the world around him, contrary to the belief that he’s just some dumb, vapid richboy.

Likes:

Nice clothes, Rimbaud, parties, alcohol, and Starbucks

Dislikes:

Owls, confined spaces, hypocrites, liquorice, and hard work

Fears:

Losing his newfound freedom, and having to return to his family's line of work. After six years of magic, the last thing he wants is to leave it all behind.

Biography:

Tracing their arrival in New Orleans to the turn of the 18th century, the Trépagniers are old money. The family name is now associated with everything from restoration of the Garden District to the Mercedes-Benz Superdome. Lucien, an only child, has been lavished in luxury since the day he was born. Still, while he has definitely had a cushier upbringing than most, not everything was sunshine and rainbows. After Hurricane Katrina swept across the state in 2005, the Trépagniers had lost not only the family estate, but its matriarch, as well.

To say that Lucien was devastated would be an understatement -- houses could be rebuilt with the right tools and resources, but he had lost the one, maternal figure present in his life. Still, as time went by, bleeding wounds faded into scars, as they always did, and there was nothing Lucien could do except move on. The senior Trépagnier never really did get over it, however. He had taken the loss harder than anyone else, growing harsher, more severe towards his young son.

When Lucien turned twelve, an acceptance letter to Salem arrived unexpectedly in the mail. A Muggleborn, Lucien's father wasn't at all familiar with magic and thought the whole thing was just a cruel prank. However, when the letters kept coming and Lucien started talking about wanting to go, about wanting to know about Salem, it erupted into a fight. A devout Catholic, Lucien's father thought the very idea of magic was blasphemy. Eventually, the Headmistress herself had to step in and explain the situation. She told the senior Trépagnier that if he didn’t learn to control the magic and power inside him, it would do more harm than good. Only then did he, reluctantly, relent and allow his son to attend classes at Salem. Even so, it only served to deepen the rift between them and cause a great deal of tension; Lucien is certainly more liberal than anyone in his family has ever been, and their disagreements grow more and more frequent when he’s home (which isn’t often, if he can help it).

Salem Witches' Institute {High-Casual, Harry Potter}

Add one more elective and he will be accepted ^_^ I really love his bio, btw, good work!

@Apokalipse

Whoops, my bad. I just added Divination, if that's alright. And oh my goodness, thank you so much! I appreciate the sentiment. C:

One Flew Over - Well, you know the rest.

Ezra had always been a light sleeper, and no matter how exhausted he was, the sound of shuffling sheets was enough to keep him up all night. The dosage of Xanax Gregg had given him was about as useful as a screen-door on a submarine. Every time, just as he thought he was about to drift into unconsciousness, the soft, curling tendrils of sopor simply withdrew, leaving him in the uncomfortable limbo between sleeplessness and slumber. Once or twice, Ezra had half a mind to get up and give his roommate a good talking-to, but then he hesitated. This place was bad enough as it is, was it really worth it to make himself more enemies than he’d already done?

Minutes ticked by as he weighed out the pros and cons in his mind. In the end, however, Ezra decided it wasn’t worth it. He was no stranger to sleepless nights, after a year spent in Remmington’s, and he already had enough trouble on his hands, as it was. Maybe with a few more favours, he could get Gregg to transfer him to a single room, but for now, all he could do was suck it up and try to sleep.

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours. Soon, the buzzing fluorescent lights of the room flickered on - 7 a.m. Ezra did get a few winks of sleep here and there, but not nearly enough for him to be fully awake during the day. Propping himself up on his elbows, he turned to look at his roommate. Still asleep. No surprise there, though he had to admit, it was pretty impressive how the boy managed to be insensate every time he saw him. When his gaze flickered downwards, Ezra noticed the cup of pills sitting on the nightstand. While he had resisted taking them at first, he learnt over time that it was either this, or an injection.

With a hard swallow, he downed the medicine, setting the little plastic cup back down on the nightstand. Now, he needed to get himself some breakfast. But first, a smoke was in order. It would be awhile until the nurses came back to check on them, and Gregg’s influence was more than enough to have them look the other way if they did catch him in the act.

In one swift, practiced motion, Ezra had a lit cigarette hanging from his lips, the plastic lighter quickly disappearing back beneath his pillow. For a long moment, he just sat there, clouds of smoke spilling from the corners of his mouth, his free hand laid across his stomach.

“Hey, kid.” Ezra began, almost involuntarily. His voice was soft, though it still seemed to carry across the room, bouncing off the stark, white walls. Truth be told, he wasn’t quite sure what he’d hoped to achieve with this, but he pressed on. “You awake?”

Salem Witches' Institute {High-Casual, Harry Potter}

Lucien Trépagnier

|LUCIEN “LU” TRÉPAGNIER|

Name:

Lucien Trépagnier

Gender:

Male

Age:

17

Year:

6th

Blood:

Muggleborn

House:

Animikii

Wand:

10" Spruce Wood, Springy with a Dragon Heartstring Core

Pet:

Tamesis, the Savannah Cat. Or just ‘Tammy’, for short.

Tamesis

Electives:

Apparation, Divination, and Care of Magical Creatures

Clubs:

Duelling Club, Charms Club, and Quidditch

Personality:

On a regular basis, Lucien is of the happy-go-lucky mindset, often stating that no one should take life too seriously, because in the end, everyone ends up in the same place -- even if he doesn’t truly believe what he’s preaching. More often than not, he can be seen with a smile on his face, and he’s always quick to crack a joke or make a teasing remark. He’s never uncomfortable; in fact, his boldness often borders on brash and crosses into downright crude, thanks to his lack of a filter. If it’s on his mind, it’s out of his mouth. All things considered, he can be quite the charmer when he needs to be, having been raised under the watchful eye of Southern Hospitality. It’s easy enough for him to cover up these occasional lapses -- nothing a smirk and a few pretty words can’t clear up, right?

His moral compass isn’t pointing exactly straight though, and while he isn’t purposely malicious, he does have an explosive temper when crossed. Furthermore, he’s not one to turn down a few drinks and a good party or say no to a date with an attractive stranger. You see, Lucien firmly believes that you only have one life and you’ve got to live it, otherwise what’s the point? There’s no such thing as mistakes in his mind, only learning curves and stories you can one day share with your grandkids. He spends a lot of time thinking, speculating and asking questions about the world around him, contrary to the belief that he’s just some dumb, vapid richboy.

Likes:

Nice clothes, Rimbaud, parties, alcohol, and Starbucks

Dislikes:

Owls, confined spaces, hypocrites, liquorice, and hard work

Fears:

Losing his newfound freedom, and having to return to his family's line of work. After six years of magic, the last thing he wants is to leave it all behind.

Biography:

Tracing their arrival in New Orleans to the turn of the 18th century, the Trépagniers are old money. The family name is now associated with everything from restoration of the Garden District to the Mercedes-Benz Superdome. Lucien, an only child, has been lavished in luxury since the day he was born. Still, while he has definitely had a cushier upbringing than most, not everything was sunshine and rainbows. After Hurricane Katrina swept across the state in 2005, the Trépagniers had lost not only the family estate, but its matriarch, as well.

To say that Lucien was devastated would be an understatement -- houses could be rebuilt with the right tools and resources, but he had lost the one, maternal figure present in his life. Still, as time went by, bleeding wounds faded into scars, as they always did, and there was nothing Lucien could do except move on. The senior Trépagnier never really did get over it, however. He had taken the loss harder than anyone else, growing harsher, more severe towards his young son.

When Lucien turned twelve, an acceptance letter to Salem arrived unexpectedly in the mail. A Muggleborn, Lucien's father wasn't at all familiar with magic and thought the whole thing was just a cruel prank. However, when the letters kept coming and Lucien started talking about wanting to go, about wanting to know about Salem, it erupted into a fight. A devout Catholic, Lucien's father thought the very idea of magic was blasphemy. Eventually, the Headmistress herself had to step in and explain the situation. She told the senior Trépagnier that if he didn’t learn to control the magic and power inside him, it would do more harm than good. Only then did he, reluctantly, relent and allow his son to attend classes at Salem. Even so, it only served to deepen the rift between them and cause a great deal of tension; Lucien is certainly more liberal than anyone in his family has ever been, and their disagreements grow more and more frequent when he’s home (which isn’t often, if he can help it).

Salem Witches' Institute {High-Casual, Harry Potter}

Working on my CS, it will be up soon-ish.

Harry Potter RP High-Casual

Awesome, can't wait to see it. :D