TheDookieNut

Year One [ Closed for TheDookieNut and El Taco Taco ]

I'm sure it was either on here or in a pm, I don't remember ^^ I'm sure we did plan that actually, but for the life of me, I cannot remember if we planned that for this school year to the next.

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With the grip of fatigue on his heels, Rhoynar made the journey from his youngest sibling's room to his own. The soft tap of leather against stone barely echoed in the quiet halls. Outside lingered the sound of music and cheering, merriment and ecstasy. Tonight was a new moon, a symbol in the Second East. The people of Astipor would not sleep until the first dawns light, each having spent the night singing their praise to a goddess long forgotten across the ocean and along the valleys of Illium. She lived as Eyo in the East, a women more beautiful than any mortal could describe. Skin as white as the moon and hair as black as the night she dwelled in. She was loved by all those who followed the faith. The city outside barely seemed to disturb the walls of Rhoynar's home. Nothing but silence and the faint footfalls of a man so previously troubled by the words of a worm in a brothel.

His feet carried the empty shell to his room, hands locking the door behind him as if purely out of routine. There existed no thought as he disrobed and dropped into the silk below, olive skin against rich red silk. It was a strange material, leeching the heat from the air to ensure the body remained cool despite the heat outside. Rhoynar eased the fabric over himself and allowed the world around him to spin as his mind raced. So much had happened in one day. He hadn't expected the day to be has eventful as it had, nor had he expected to meet someone he trusted as much as he was trusting Illinfer. The knight felt his eyes grow heavy and his thoughts fog over, knowing the pleasent embrace of sleep was only moments away. He was grateful, for tomorrow would promise him a moment with his family before he left. He thought of them before exhausted pulled him from consciousness. He thought of his mother and father, forever plagued by the loss of their son. His sister, too young to deal with the pressures of the world she was growing up in. His thoughts drifted over to his youngest brother, too young to even comprehend the dangers of the land they called home. Finally, his mind stopped on his elder brother, lost too young, leaving him without the guidance he'd had so shortly before. Then it went black, his mind consumed by fatigue, leaving him only to drift in the void of sleep.

Rhoynar didn't dream that night, not until the sound crashing and screaming broke the silence of his home. Rhoynar pushed himself from his bed, his torso laced in sweat. His hands made a desperate dash for a sword he could not find. He hunted along the floor for his belt, unable to locate it in the darkness. Panicking and frought, the man pushed himself through the heavy wooden door and into the halls beyond. The world outside seemed vibrant with fire, the horrified wailing of the city dancing painfully into the night outside. The whole place was under attack. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, bouncing and thundering against his skin, ready to burst. Illinfer had been wrong this entire time! If they'd hurried back none of this would have happened. He found his feet again and made a dash to his family's quarters. His bare feet slapped against the stone floor, burning yellow with the reflections of the world outside. How had he let his happen?! He was supposed to look after them! The rage inside seemed white hot, screaming inside his own head.

Darting through the halls and down a set of stairs, Rhoynar hurried to his sister's room, desperate to ensure her safety. That was when he heard the first sound he hadn't ever wished to hear. A scream so shrill and so afraid it chilled him to the core. It stank of every fear he'd ever experienced. Every thought he'd never wished to happen seemed to resonate within his ears. He sprinted along the hall, almost tripping on the stairs. He made his way to the first of his family's rooms only to be greeted with a figure slumped by the door. With his heart in his mouth, Rhoynar hurried over.

"Mother?" He muttered, kneeling by her side, ready to console her with what little time he had. Her figure remained slumped against the wall, craddling a bundle in her arms, her sobs stifled by her own exhausted. "Mother, what happened?" He muttered, the figures becoming clear as he got closer. The knight dropped to his knees as the light of the fire outside illuminated the scene in front of him. His mother's arms drenched in the red of a boy no older than nine. His face seemed twisted in a fear no boy should ever have to experience. His limp arms clutched against his mother's chest as the life slowly continued to spill from the open would on his neck. Rhoynar exclaimed his own despair, the grief ripping a hole in his chest. He lifted a hand to stroke the black hair of the boy in front, the desperate wish to comfort him. It proved fruitless since the boy remained lifeless in his mother's sobbing arms. Rhoynar pulled himself to his feet, stifling back the tears that still streamed down his face.

"Mother, please. You have to hide." He muttered, trying to get her to stand. "Mother, please. You have to hide. We can deal with Riyon later, but first you need to be safe." His voice cracked as he spoke, the desperation growing stronger as the women refused to move. "Where's father? Do you know if Ilsa is safe?" If his mother wasn't going to move, he at least needed to locate the rest of his family. The women continued to whimper, head drooped down over her lost son. The castle seemed silent again until the same piercing scream resonated off the stone walls. His own mother seemed to scream in response, her tears and weeping growing more violent. Rhoynar stepped back, his heart thundering almost audibly.

He wasn't even thinking as his feet carried him along stone and down the twisting halls of his home, the screaming growing in volume as he ran. There was no thought now, only fear. The closer he got to the court room, the larger the sound grew. It echoed off each wall and in his mind, racing against the fears he already had. Sprinting downstairs, Rhoynar bounded down the final flight and into the grand room ahead. The walls seemed to dance red with flames and the blood of all those who had already died. His watched four figures engage in combat, three against one. He could barely pull his eyes off the dancing shadows until the scream pulled his attention. The flames licked the windows, flooding the room with a hideous red light. The sound of clashing metal rang out, followed by a pained yell. One figure ripped a blade along the back leg of the man they fought, knocking him to the ground. Another blade followed, plunging straight into the chest of the man.

"Father!?" Two voices called out. Rhoynar immediately searched the darkness for his sister, his eyes darting between the scene before him and the darkness of the room ahead. One final blade seemed to glint in the light before swinging clean and fast for the man's shoulders, knocking his head straight to the ground.

"Rhoynar he-" His sister yelled, her voice trailing off into a howl as an armored hand met her cheek. The knight could do nothing but dash towards her voice. His eyes stopped on his sister, kneeling between two men clad in shining armor, each baring a symbol Rhoynar knew two well. Illyn Grey, a huge tree, ringed with flame. His hands reached for a sword on his waist only to fumbled with the side of his trousers instead. Ilsa quickly began to sob as the same three men circled him like they had his father. He felt his shoulder ache with the sudden pain of metal against skin as one man brought the hilt of his sword down, knocking him to floor in seconds. He dropped to his knees in defeat, weaponless and defeated. His eyes met with his sister's as the two men dragged her away, already clawing at her. She hadn't disappeared from sight when Rhoynar felt the sting of metal in his throat. His head swam and the world span faster and faster. He coughed up a thick liquid and felt his body growing weaker and weaker. His hands lifted to his mouth, wiping the blood from his lips. By the time the solider had pulled the blade from his neck, Rhoynar no longer saw anything.

The world seemed black for a while, yet the sound of the ocean lapped in his ears. He could feel the cool breeze on his skin, the birds singing from the gardens below. Immediately he jolted upright, hyperventilating and confused. Both his eyes darted about the room, looking for anything that seemed out of place. The sun was almost high enough to indicate noon was nearby- He climbed out of bed quietly and dressed himself without sound. Rhoynar eased the door open and stared into the hall beyond. There was no fire and the view into the city outside seemed normal. He continued onwards, sword in hand as he made his way towards the court room. He could hear the faint sound of laughter, yet he continued the walk of unease along each stone and each step until his eyes stopped on each member of his family seated around a long wooden table laiden with the remains of a breakfast he'd clearly missed.

Year One [ Closed for TheDookieNut and El Taco Taco ]

George found himself chatting along with Seine, regaling the events the match he'd read about.

"Wasn't that the game where Keola was banned for life?" He asked, wiping pastry crust from the corners of mouth. "Didn't he almost murder Estonia's keeper?" He was barely aware of Sadie's attention existing elsewhere, instead solely focused on the conversation at hand. Seine's eyes animated and his hands waved with enthusiasm.

"Yes! He nearly get the woman on fire. Oh what was her name- Ti-, no... To, er-" He paused for a moment, as if trying to pull the name from the very back of his mind. His hands danced in a circle like a fisherman recoiling a rod. "Tulli!" Seine yelled suddenly. "My dad said that the whole crowd just freaked out! He plays for some Chinese team now though, so his ban must have been lifted... I don't know why." Seine continued, trailing off to stuff more food into his mouth.

The Great Hall echoed with the chorus of the ghosts and the echo of students laughing and babbling about anything that sprang to mind. The faces of each first year still seemed to irradiate with excitement and elation. Pumpkins floated about the room, each one carved to display a different face. From cackling smiles to slanted and devilish eyes. Each one was unique. George had spent the first part of the evening wondering exactly how had spent all afternoon craving each face with such creativity until it occurred to him that a simple charm would have easily done the job. The ghosts seemed to glade through the room, going from table to table, each joining in a small chorus of a song that seemed far older than anyone else in the castle.

"What do muggles do for Halloween?" George asked after the conversation of Quidditch had died down. He'd never truly realized how different their worlds were. Muggles had such strange things, items he didn't understand. Their paintings and photographs didn't move yet large screens played sound and moving images, changing at the push of a button. There was music coming from tiny devices in pockets and huge metal birds that flew in the sky. How could they stand not being able to get somewhere instantly? What if something was broken? Did they just throw it out? There were far too many questions to make any real sense of and two months of Muggle Studies had done little to ease the burden he had in his head. He wondered what muggle kids did for fun? What sports did they play? What did they learn at school? How did they speak to people in other countries? How many of them knew his own world existed? What was it like to be told you were a wizard!?

George pulled another lump of his pastry and ate eagerly awaiting Sadie's response to his question. Did they eat big meals? Did they have parties? Did they do nothing? He could remember seeing shop windows decorated with masks and spiders webs. The image of a green faced women, her nose huge and long, with a single boil on the end was firmly placed in his mind yet he didn't really understand why. Was that what muggles thought his kind looked like? Sure, goblins weren't great looking but wizards and witches looked like anyone else. There were some perculier types but everyone looked normal.

George looked across to Sadie, waiting for her reply only for his eyes to follow her gaze across the table. He frowned a little and pulled his forehead tense. He watched the exchange for a moment before voicing the same opinion they all had.

"What was that about?" He muttered, looking between his two closest friends and Niall.

"Do you think it's something serious?" Seine asked, leaning in close to his friends. "Maybe something has happened in the castle. They wouldn't just start panicking if it did." He offered, putting down his food to glance at the others. George followed suit, looking between the trio in the hope that someone would provide answers.

"It's probably nothing." He suggested, trying to, for once, play devils advocate. It wasn't a role he usually played, but one he felt he would need to learn in time. "Its not like their going to tell us, is it? Regardless of what it is. If it's serious, it'll be in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. It's probably nothing." He repeated, desperate fantasy despite the fact he was riddled with anxiety, his thoughts lousy with the one hundred worst case scenarios he'd suddenly come up with.

"George has a point. If it is anything serious, it'll be in the Daily Prophet. It's not like their going to hide it really. Even if they did try, someone's parents would know and send a letter." Seine blurted, his eyes bright. "Do you think the centaurs are angry? Maybe thats what it is. I heard they start stampedes a lot in the forest. What if it's a werewolf? Then again, they'd have to tell us about that one.." He added.

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Oh hell yeah! Assorted cocktails for everyone!

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Oh god no! Cocktails are the best part! We'll need a blender too, so we can make all of the cocktails

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With balloons and streamers and party hats,

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Oh my god. So soon?! We'll have to have a party :D

Year One [ Closed for TheDookieNut and El Taco Taco ]

Awwh that's so sweet! Oh You two are adorable :3

Also: should be able to get my post up tonight :) if not tomorrow, hopefully tonight :)

On another note: did we have a plan for their first year? I'm sure we did but I forget >.<

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@Xhala

Wow, it's been some time. But I'll be able to get my post up tonight, finally.
I promise you won't be waiting long again

Year One [ Closed for TheDookieNut and El Taco Taco ]

Thank you, I'll be okay soon, just gotta climb the hill until I'm there. You too if you ever need a friend :)

Awwh that sounds super sweet and cozy. I bet he was surprised, it would have been lovely :) it will be okay, you miss people but in time it gets easier and you look forward to them coming back more :)