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Hello! I downloaded the new Harry Potter game and got a groove for a HP RP, here's a few notes.


  • I'm thinking it'll be after Harry has been born, but many years before he goes to Hogwarts. I was imagining it would be about two seventh year students, one from Hogwarts, and one from an American school. As a special thing that very year, the students were offered a student exchange. The britsh girl from Hogwarts would go to America, where the counterpart male would study. After that? I have not decided on anything, lots of oppertunities! But I do imagine something happens, as bad wizards are involved in something, or a student dies etc! But I would like to play the female brit. It doesn't have to be like this. We can do all the years, perhaps shorter, and then timeskip to the next, and have the exchange happening each year. I simply want it to be focused around the year 7, since it would be most appropriate if they ended up together. However, I am a person who prefers for it to happen over time, rather than just love-at-first-sight.
  • I am relaxed in terms of how many replies I expect weekly. 1-2 will be fine, since I'm fairly busy myself as well, and if something comes in the way, worry not! And if you would like to take a pause or stop, just tell me! I usually do long first posts, and I prefer to punch out a few paragraphs at least when RP'ing. Hence the Casual-advanced rating.
  • I do like good grammar and nice language, but it doesn't have to be top class. As long as I don't have to put too many mental commas and try to figure out what it's supposed to say :]
  • I prefer keeping it in DM, in case anything 18+ stuff happens, which is why I want an 18+ partner.
  • I've probably forgotten a lot of points, but I'm very open to discuss!
  • I only want to run a single one of these, as well!
    Nothing is locked in stone, but this is the direction!

Hope to hear from someone!
Welcome @Hannya ! Hope you'll enjoy your (hopefully permanent!) stay! What kinds of themes are you all about? :]
Serena flicked her head up again once Boris assigned the positions over the radio. In response to Vadim, Serena turned on her own radio, speaking into it. “Affirmative. See you out there, Cossack.” She adjusted her position in the seat slightly, furrowing her brows as the jets flew across the sky. The roaring engines were as thunderous cracks throughout the ground beneath them, though it seemed none of the soldiers in the car flinched at all. A familiar sound to a lot of them.

The cars continued to drive through the town, with many different sounds outside. By now, Serena’s eyes had gotten used to the darkness that surrounded the town. She began to see figures in the many streets. Some were scattering around for God knows what, whilst some kids were playing with a bashed-up football in a bomb crater. It was a bittersweet sight; at least they were still trying to play, in this torn up war zone that Bangkok had turned into the last couple of months. The area around the operatives had been somewhat silent so far, besides the occasional gunshot a few streets away.

After a sharp right, Serena squinted her eyes at one of the rooftops. A small figure stood still, before he took off, sprinting across a couple of rooftops, before he disappeared back into the night. It stung in Serena’s stomach at the sight, and she quickly went to turn on her radio again. “Eyes open, everyone. Might just have been a scared mouse, but we’ve got a runner on a rooftop. Could be a lookout, might be more. Patch out.” She wrinkled her nose, pulling the rifle from between her legs, holding it tightly as she continued to scan the houses. Surely, it could have been nothing, but it might’ve not been.
So sorry! Last few days have been a nightmare of things to do. Post is going up within an hour
Not going to be able to post before tonight!
Serena kept her arms folded as Boris answered, her expression blank as she gave a light, but clear nod. She met the gaze of Isabela, returning the look with a faint smile. And as the group began gathering the last of their things, Serena walked towards her locker, finding the rest of her own items. Once again, she checked her bag, for the third time. She did not forget things, ever, but it was a simple habit, almost a ritual by now. It had become a strange sense of familiarity in each new environment she found herself in. Surely it seemed strange, but it was time she spent to make sure her mind was in the right place – and it was. Throughout her time in The Ninth she had developed a few rituals alongside her comrades; triple checking their bags was one of them. ‘Una terza volta per buona fortuna.’ they’d say. ‘A third time for good luck’.

Everything was in order, as it should be. The woman tightened the short braid she had made for her hair, to keep it in check during the operation. With a silent thud, Serena closed her locker, grabbed her bag and rifle and headed towards the door. She found two cars outside, one empty and one containing Boris and Isabela. The Italian took a moment outside in the dark, watching the destructive firework in the distance. The sound of muffled gunfire and explosions was a strange one; calming in a sense. It was the instrumental opera; indicating your last minutes to contemplate with yourself before the actual fighting would break out, if it was going to, at least. Her eyes went flew back towards the car; Boris was talking to someone on the phone, most likely an officer of sorts. Nevertheless; Serena approached the car.

The woman sat herself behind Boris, placing her trust 416 between her legs, and pulled up her balaclava, taking in a silent deep breath. Boris had just put the phone down, asking Isabela something as soon as Serena had entered; nothing Serena herself paid a lot of attention to at first. She remained silent, her eyes locked on the horizon, filled with muffled guns and tracer rounds still. It was going to be a long night.
Serena tapped her finger against her knee idly, her full focus dedicated to the Russian, Bo, as they called him. A steady gaze wandered upon the other members, her eyes resting upon each of them for just a short moment. Serena hadn’t served in an international unit before, though she had served alongside foreigners. It was an interesting change, though the life with The Ninth had been interesting enough already.
The woman’s attention briefly swapped to the short haired Spanish woman, Isabela, far as she recalled. So far, Isabela had been the person most alike Serena, in terms of nationality, at least. A latin country, just like her own. They were yet to talk properly though, it seemed like all of them were.

Alas, Serena turned her head back towards Melnikov, as he finished up the briefing. Instinctively, she rose to her feet, grabbing her trusty rifle just as her teammates had done. Her ear flickered towards the question from Daniel, squinting her eyes in agreement. There was bound to be resistance on the way, at least she was expecting it to happen. Before Boris could properly answer Daniel, Serena followed up his question with another.

“Speaking of an interception, what’s the rules of engagement?” She asked, her Italian accent being heard from every few words. “Do not engage before fired upon?”
@AlShayatin I'll do one now!
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