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Who: Everyone within the castle! Students and Staff alike!
Where: The Great Hall!
When: Valentine's Day morning during breakfast
Format: Whichever you prefer
Open/Closed: OPEN!

It was in the middle of breakfast when the headmaster rose to his feet, gathering the attention of the assembly before him. A gentle rise of his palm and the room went silent. For all of the rumors that spread or the general mystery that stepped so lightly at his heel, Madeldore was a man who still held the respect and adoration of most who associated with him.

A lingering pause, a soft smile, before he began.

"After the events of the following week, I felt it was only just to uproot those unsavory memories and replace them with something more dear. And what day would be more fitting than St. Valentine's Day, the holiday devoted to the spread of tenderness and true affection.

"Which is precisely why I've collected the valentines you have all written throughout the last few days and will distribute them to you now while we enjoy our morning meal."

A barely noticeable flick of his wand before a heap of red envelopes would fly noiselessly through the air towards their respective owners, gracefully spiraling down beside their plates. However, particularly naughty students may notice that the deep red of the envelopes looked less like valentines and much more similar in color to a very different sort of letter...

[OOC: That's right, folks! All of the valentines that were sent out have been enchanted (by one misbehaved student) to be transformed into Howlers, which means that everyone in the Hall will be able to hear exactly what was written and by whom. Feel free to still leave valentines in the OOC drop off box and they will still be delivered, but besides that enjoy hearing all that you never wanted to hear about your fellow students and staff!

There will be subthreads for each character in the game and the mods will reply with all of their valentines in obnoxious all caps.

Enjoy!]

prankiepie

Who: Pinkie Pie and YOU!
Where: The Great Hall!
When: Valentine's Day (February 2013)!
Format: Any one you choose!
Open/Closed: OPEN!

Pinkie surveyed her domain, beaming at the party area that the Headmaster had so graciously allowed her to conquer for the evening. The Great Hall was bedecked in red and white and pink and all sorts of cheery Valentine's Day colors, with hearts and balloons and streamers and confetti everywhere! It almost looked like a Muggle party, except for the few touches of magic that were in evidence. Such as the fact that the confetti was falling from nowhere, and the big chocolate fountain had real chocolate frogs ribbiting around in it.

And of course, there was a cake! What would a party be without cake? Pinkie had helped bake it once she'd ingratiated herself enough with the house-elves that some of them didn't mind a student coming in to bake from time to time.

Everyone was invited, students, faculty (including Professor Javert) and staff (including Gagnon). And that nice Monsieur Thenardier from the Three Broomsticks down in Hogsmeade was invited too, for providing the butterbeer for the party (at a significant markup, but Pinkie was so thrilled she didn't mind. House-elves wouldn't touch the stuff, after all). Pinkie had paid for it all out of her own wallet. Parties didn't just throw themselves, you know!

She bounced on her heels giddily, waiting for the guests to arrive. This was going to be the best Valentine's Day ever!

Now where'd Gummy get off to?

[So, Pinkie's thrown a party! Mix and mingle and have all manner of fun. Also, there might be a baby alligator in the punch bowl. Don't worry...he's harmless!]

ghostboy

Who: Danny Fenton and YOU
Where: All over Hogwarts, and maybe the grounds
When: The Sunday after Spider Friday
Format: Either!
Open/Closed: Open like you do not know

Once was a nasty joke. Twice was ominous. Three times was more than enough to inspire outright dread, like a low murmur in a hallway where no one was speaking. The question 'will their be more' was bandied about after Friday's excitement, but it was not the one on everyone's minds. The real question was an understood 'when', and there was a sense of anticipation wafting around the castle.

Whoever the culprit, they had achieved their immediate goal: muggleborns and sympathizers were afraid.

Danny couldn't decide if it made him want to curl up in his dorm and hide until things were (comparatively) friendlier, or march out and toss his support in with le' ABC association. The second seemed particularly drastic, so he avoided his common room, and other crowded places with the eyes in them that had begun to watch students like him, and took to exploring the castle with his hand near his wand.

"This is stupid," he announced later on Sunday, glaring at a locked door that resisted his tugs and 'Alohomora's. It was the third that afternoon, and there had been a pressure of anxiety building all day, much of the same sort that had urged him to act on something, anything. He seized the door in one last mighty (? ) tug, before stepping back and glaring. Danny's eyes slid to his hand, and he considered it before making the appendage vanish from sight.

It promptly reappeared when the paintings nearby fell silent, and he stole glances at them as he clasped that hand with the other one. Still--this gave him an idea. Danny drew in close to the door, hiding his hand with his rucksack and body, pressing the hand against the door's hard surface.

It slipped through.

Danny's face split into a toothy grin, and he pivoted on his heel back the way he'd come.

Hours later saw him wandering freely, unhindered by mere things such as walls or gravity. He avoided places he knew would be full of people, but even if he stumbled across anyone, he was confident that they wouldn't be able to see him. And if they did?

They wouldn't, but the idea that if someone DID see him, and connections were made and letters sent home to the wrong eyes... The consequences of such a thing made him fretful, and eventually he simply cast a hasty glamour over his face. There. Problem solved.

Time to explore.

OOC Note: The ghosts of Danny Phantom are portrayed differently in the show than the ones in the Harry Potter world (they have more color, more eccentric, able to interact with the physical plane, are almost invariably dangerous and violent), so I will headcanon that there is actually an offshoot type of spook in the Harry Potter world known for these sort of discrepancies. Depending on whether your character would know these things, feel free to have them be aware of this or not.

Also, for the time being I would like to say that Danny isn't particularly recognizable as any particular student attending the school, though y'all may use your own discretion in the potential IC question of why a dead person would be using a glamour, and how.

lesmods

Who: Everyone
Where: In all classrooms not run by a Slytherin professor
When: Friday, February 8, 2013 at precisely 2:00pm
Format: Either, but Comment Spam probably makes more sense!
Open/Closed: OPEN

High alert among Hogwarts staff members only helped so far. The third 'prank,' in worse spirits than the last, was due.

It started with a spider. A black widow spider, to be exact. It crawled to the center of the back classroom wall at around 1:57 pm and sat in wait.

At precisely 2:00pm, the spider suddenly ruptures. An explosion of blue flame behind the lecturing professor. Just an innocuous spark arcing like a starburst, tendrils lancing in all directions around the room. The students lingering near the doors had the time to make a quick exit before the roar of the flames rippled to the back of the room; those clustered around the front were not so lucky. All those in the flames' paths would suffer painful blisters - nothing life-threatening, and fortunately, not so deep a curse that it would take more than the school healer to fix, but bad enough to start a panic.

There was a final flash of blue light, and the flames dissipated with a clap.

The only evidence of the fire that remained was an ominous message, scorched in glowing, pulsing blue at the top front walls:

Your days are numbered MUDBLOODS beware

Beside the message was a number, different in every affected classroom. Perhaps the first number was a 27. The number in the neighboring classroom might be as random as 536. Or perhaps, a -43 in the potion dungeons. There was no discernible rhyme, reason, or sequence to any of the numbers, and, in fact, they were destined to cycle to different numbers each day at 2:00pm.

Only one class run by non-Slytherin professor managed to escape the mayhem, and that was Professor Javert's. His morning classes had run as usual, but at around 1:30pm, he abruptly took to his feet, shot a distant glance out the window, and commanded his students to get out and meet in the courtyards. It didn't matter that it was a frigid February. It didn't matter that snow blanketed the ground. He did not allow any room for questions; he simply herded the class to their feet and shooed them out the door. Lucky group! A peek into his usual classroom on the first floor would reveal the very same message as the rest of the school; it is fortunate, then, that Javert simply possessed some vague foresight to get everyone out quickly.

At two o'clock, the screaming in the halls would begin, and Divinations class would be dismissed a half-hour early amidst the terror and emergency response efforts.

Who could have done such a thing? Would another attack come? When?

((NOTE: This is the final 'prank' in our first sequence of events! Congratulations! A little bit of extra info as a reminder:

To make it clear, the fire and message will only appear in classrooms that are run by non-Slytherin professors. All Slytherin classrooms will remain unharmed, though they will hear the unholy screams of their fellow students around the castle. The only class to escape the burning flames is Professor Javert's due to his magical mystical Divinations talents; basically, he had a 'feeling' something would happen right in the middle of his class, and it was a good thing he chose to listen to it.

Your character can be anywhere you choose when the attack strikes. List the location in the thread header, or create a new post if you'd like. Remember that the message is impossible to erase and will remain on all of the classroom walls until further notice.

Have fun, everyone!

NB2: Professor Archer's class was having a day outside. They also missed out on the delightful prank, but I'm sure they herad the screams!))

lesmods

Who: Everyone!
Where: Everywhere around Hogwarts.
When: Wednesday, February 6th, 2013
Format: Go to town with whatever you'd like
Open/Closed: OPEN

After no repeat incidents on Tuesday, the staff of the school were no doubt feeling quite confident that the pranks were indeed over and done with. Professor Madeldore, in particular, seemed rather serene and at peace, thinking that the Valentine Box should do the trick to boost student and staff morale. Though no one has been called out as the culprit, the individual seemed to have chickened out of following through with more than one stunt. Only a handful of people--one professor, in particular--wore a wary grimace on his face, wide and unblinking eyes peering through the souls of all his students mistrustfully, and that was Professor Javert. For everyone else, there was a sigh of relief, and it seemed as if the cruel nuisance had passed.

But by late Wednesday afternoon, anyone who was unfortunate enough to hop upon a broom would see immediately just how very wrong that assumption had been. Hopefully they will realize something is amiss well before they hit the ground, or else suffer a swift trip to the infirmary yet again.

[OOC NOTE: Day Two of our first event at Les Warts! As described in our Out-of-Character Event Description, all brooms have gone haywire at Hogwarts and will remain unusable until late evening on Wednesday. Though they will initially comply long enough to let their rider hop on, after rising about ten feet into the air, they will buck and do whatever they can to veer into walls, twist spasmodically through the hallways, or throw their riders off.

This entire post will encompass anywhere within Hogwarts you'd like to use, but be certain to put the location in the subject line simply for convenience's sake.

As per the first incident, feel free to play as you like. A mean-spirited prank seems to be the culprit… But who might have done such a thing? Was it an outcast, seeking revenge? Was it your best friend, looking for a quick laugh? Or is it something else completely?

Make your assumptions, call others out. Those who seek the truth are most certainly allowed to dig as best as they can. Though one thing is for certain, the prank was certainly not very funny anymore.

All broken bones and bruises will be healed in the infirmary by Thursday morning.]

to_be_free

Who: Combeferre and his bros eventually
Where: THE HALLWAYS. Later an abandoned classroom, probably.
When: Feb 2013, directly after dragging Feuilly to the hospital wing
Format: Imma start with spam, but whatever.
Open/Closed: open!

[--So after breakfast, an unusually serious face might have been noted around the Ravenclaw commons. Not just serious, actually, it is angry, and Combeferre is very rarely angry. He's in the process of busily writing up something on a sheet of parchment, muttering a charm to multiply it. Once that's done, he heads out into the hallways, sticking up a sheet wherever he can manage, handing them out to people he passes in the hallways. The message is simple:]

'If you know anything behind the Muggle-born illnesses at breakfast, information would be appreciated. Send it to Combeferre or Enjolras. Meeting place to be determined.'

[So if no one's going to bother him, he'll continue putting up signs.]

vivelapologne

Who: Everyone
Where: Infirmary
When: Feb. 2013--Pumpkin Juice Fiasco
Format: Up to you!
Open/Closed: Open

The infirmary had gotten more students in today than it has all year. Way too many of them were rushing to the bathroom, but what was more distressing are the ones turning purple. Thankfully, it didn't take the Healer long at all to figure out just what was plaguing the students, but that didn't do anything to help the students, seeing how they needed the antidotes, and those would take a few hours to procure.

In the meantime, the infirmary was pretty busy.

lesmods

Who: Everyone!
Where: The Great Hall
When: Monday, February 4th, 2013 at Breakfast
Format: Go to town with whatever you'd like
Open/Closed: OPEN

Breakfast time at Hogwarts! The early risers are giddy and fresh with the brisk sunshine of a winter morning. The late risers are just managing to groggily shake out their bed-heads. The long, narrow house tables fill up with an attractive assortment of pastries, breakfast meats, toast, rice, and eggs, with selections ranging from a light continental breakfast to a full English or Asian-style breakfast. The pumpkins juice flows freely during the winter season, the squash in storage plentiful until the approach of spring.

But what's this? Some of the juice goblets taste a little… funny today, especially those belonging to muggle-born witches and wizards. Did pumpkin juice always taste slightly rancid? Have the pumpkins rotted too early? Did the cook or the house-elves go nuts with the spices?

The answer rings loud and clear by the time mid-morning approaches. With any fortune, the hospital wing and our resident Potions Mistress is ready for the onslaught of visitors that day.

((NOTE: Welcome to the first Les Warts Event! As described in the Out-of-Character Event Description, one-by-one, some choice students (and Professors) will succumb to the effects of a poisoned drink. Perhaps you end up with nothing more than a terrible stomach ache and a full day in the loo, the unpleasant and vile effects of a swig of Laxative Potion. Or worse yet, you end up as one of the unlucky few to receive Venomous Tentacula Juice in your morning drink, in which your insides burn irrepressibly and the skin turns a rather plummy shade of purple.

Only one pattern exists, to those characters sharp enough to observe the results of this prank and put two and two together: Only muggle-born witches and wizards have been targeted.

Feel free to play as you like. A mean-spirited prank seems to be the culprit… But who might have done such a thing? Was it an outcast, seeking revenge? Was it your best friend, looking for a quick laugh? Or is it something else completely?

All students will be administered cures by our Healer and Potions Professor by the end of the day. Aside from that, anything goes!))

deltacain

Who: Professor David Webb
Where: History of Magic, 4th Floor.
When: Janurary
Format: Either
Open/Closed: AS OPEN AS EVER

When the students arrive for their first History of Magic lesson, they'll find Professor Webb sat at his desk, writing notes on a scrap of parchment.

Unlike most teachers, he doesn't start by deducting House points from students that continue talking after he's called for order, as long as things calm down sharpish. Late students, however, still get deductions.

Once everyone is quiet and settled, he moves to the blackboard, taking up a piece of chalk and writes:

"Well-Known Historic Uses of Magic"

"Okay. We're going to start off on something simple." Webb says, turning to face the class. "Fire."

Because you can't get more simple than fire. "Muggles believe that fire was created by friction; rubbing two sticks together, or by lightning striking dry scrub-brush. Not bad assumptions, but magical theorists claim that it was magic that brought fire into the world."

He turns to the blackboard again, writing the word "Fire" underneath the heading of the lesson.

"Now, can anyone tell me some well-known historic events that involve fire? This can be the invention of a spell, anything."

compromisedarrow

Who: Drinking in town, Adults only for boozings.
Where: The Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade
When: After shit got real. Evening.
Format: Either
Open/Closed: Open

The Three Broomsticks offers a nice, warm and welcoming atmosphere to Hogwarts Students and Staff alike. Granted, only those of age can sample more than Butterbeer and Pumpkin Juice, it's still open to all, regardless of age.

Come in, sit down, have a drink. You're all welcome!

deathdinner

Who: EVERYONE
Where: All over campus
When: Jan 28, All day
Format: Either
Open/Closed: Open

It was a rather uneventful school day in the school of wizardry and witchcraft. Spells to be learned, crushes to be pursued, hexes to cast on the insensitive person from behind you that keeps insisting on kicking your seat, having a small snack in between classes... A certain girl from Gryffindor was currently about to partake in that last activity. However, that would lead the uneventful school day to become rather eventful.

Everyone in Hogwarts, whether student or staff, no matter what he or she may be doing, will be interrupted by a strange but very distinct sound. Something faint in the distance that sounded a tad bit like croaking. Soon, that sound would multiply in both numbers and volume, and soon the halls would be swept with a dark and malicious wave of...

... a multitude of rampant, hopping, and utterly delicious chocolate frogs.

((tl;dr: Hogwarts is suddenly swarming with chocolate frogs. Eat them, destroy them, try to snatch one of those rare cards you've always wanted which have scattered about during the carnage... Whatever it is you do, just mingle and have fun.))

vivelapologne

Who: All the students
Where: Hogsmeade or the castle itself
When: Jan 26th, during the staff day
Format: Whichever!
Open/Closed: Open! Not to staff or teachers, though. Sorry~ (not)

Whoever thought it was a good idea to let the students have essentially a free day while all of the staff and faculty were shut in a meeting or whatever was a mad genius. Mad because only a madman would have done it. Genius because the students were so not complaining.

With the students spread out between the village and the castle, it was almost like all the stress and dread of a new term had been washed away and dumped on wherever the staff was meeting. The fear of Gagnon (and the fact that several older students were saying that the meeting was just on the fourth floor) was enough to keep absolute anarchy from breaking out for the most part.

[ooc: make a thread with where your character is and go crazy!]

stole_bread

Who: All Staff of Hogwarts, even the non-teachers. Also if he wants to watch, Evan the Reporter! Come see how the Headmaster runs things!
Where: An unused staff room on the fourth floor.
When: Jan 26th, while the students have the day off and are preoccupied with a trip into town.
Format: Action for pace!
Open/Closed: Open to adults! No students allowed!
Notes: This is a mandatory event for the adult Hogwarts staff to attend as ordered by the Headmaster himself.

When his staff would finally arrive at the designated meeting place at the correct time (because his loyal staff would always come exactly on time, right?), Headmaster Madeldore would be waiting to greet each and every arrival at the door with that kindly, too gentle smile of his, magicking a 'HELLO MY NAME IS___' name tag for each individual to enter. Which, yes, they would be required to put on and keep on for the duration of the day.

There has been some disruptiveness between staff members within Hogwarts lately, some growing tension and less-than-professional comments flying around, that needed to be nipped in the bud quickly before the thorny problem grew far too great to handle so peacefully.

So the obvious answer to that problem was a Team Building Day, to promote good relationships between staff, to inspire complete trust and open communication.

Yes, the Headmaster was quite assured this day would prove successful in bringing the men and women under him closer together. And it would also serve as the perfect opportunity to bring up an issue that had been bothering his weary mind as of late.

evowhisperer

Who: Caesar and Rex Salazar and YOU
Where: Diagon Alley
When: On the exact day that people decide to go shopping for school supplies before the fall term started. Yes, that day. You know the one.
Format: Either!
Open/Closed: More open than Diagon Alley is!
Notes: The opening follows Rex and Caesar, but they'll have gone everywhere sooner or later. This post is also up for anyone that wants their characters to meet or mingle amongst themselves!

"Second stop: The Apothecary."

Caesar refolded the muggle paper and tucked it into a robe pocket, steering his brother with a hand on one shoulder. Madame Malkin's door chimed cheerily as he opened the door for them both, and then they were outside.

They were late. Not for school, no, the Hogwarts Express wouldn't be leaving for a few days. What they were late for was to beat the crowds: the alley was packed, and there was such a bustle that finding his brother if they got separated would take the better part of an hour. To avoid this, he (quite literally, after a muttered charm) glued his hand to his brother's upper arm and led the way, carving a narrow path by sheer virtue of being tall. He'd done this before, albeit for different reasons: Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve had been worse.

The Apothecary's door also had bells, but they didn't hear them. Caesar waited until they were both inside before canceling the sticking charm and taking inventory: two bags of Rex's brand new school robes? Check. Rex? Check. Wallet? Check.

dreamalittle

Who: Takashi Shiki and YOU
Where: the medical ward
When: January
Format: it's all good
Open/Closed: OPEN

Sitting on the sixth floor above the dormitories was the hospital wing. A huge room broken apart by curtains, beds and dressers, it was brightly lit from several long windows overlooking the courtyard and by a few floating candelabras, and faintly smelled of lemons and something almost like peppers. There were several chairs of mis-matched designs and various layers of comfort, the squishiest chairs being close to deep set bookcases filled with scrolls and books and various odd knickknacks that might actually have some medical properties to them. The books and scrolls could be taken from the wing for a week; they were all enchanted to return to the shelves unless the reader was given special permission due to their studies.

Opposite the bookshelves were several doors. One opened up to a room filled with medicines, ointments and herbs, some of them so rare that only certain connections made it possible for Takashi to own, let alone have them stockpiled. There was a smaller door in that room that led into a low room filled with all the equipment needed to make his own medicines. One of the other doors led to a small sleeping room just in case he had to be there due to a student's health. The bed looked like it had gotten a lot of use and - like many medical professionals no matter if they were Muggle or magical - it was piled with scrolls and missives about the latest medical breakthroughs. The last door was enspelled to the point that only three people could open - Takashi himself, the Headmaster and the head elf. It was his office and he did take his privacy a little to the extreme.

The Healer himself could usually be found reading in one of the chairs by the bookshelves, a hot cup of tea floating at his elbow and piles of parchment around him. Sometimes he might have fallen asleep among his piles of books and scrolls, other times he was pacing and talking rapidly at a house elf, usually about the school's menu. Those times he wasn't around, there was a bell sitting on top of a book entitled 'Neurology'. A simple ring of the bell, and he would appear, though depending on what time of the day it was, he may not be wearing the white lab-coat he was usually scuffing around in.

mr_professional

Who: Phil Harris
Where: Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom
When: January 2013
Format: Whatever you like, ye-es.
Open/Closed: Open open open open!

Ugh. Look at them. Chattering amongst themselves, giggling, cooking up God knew what kind of schemes, probably thinking about pulling a fast one on the new prof. Sure, let 'em try something; Phil's spent the majority of his life defending himself against more heinous shit than any of these students could even dream up. Unsuited to teaching though he may be, Phil is particularly skilled in the subject, gifted with a knack for survival in most any circumstance.

Phil hasn't been around long enough to decorate the room, which is largely empty. Maybe as the year goes on, he'll put something together in here. Maybe. Hey, if nothing else, he's got a few things on his desk: an enchanted switchblade, an apparently broken clock, a pack of cigarettes charmed to induce immediate sleep, a handgun... Also a cup of coffee, but that's going to be a daily necessity. It's either that, beer, or weed, and Phil's pretty certain he shouldn't chance the latter two just yet.

Just keep calm. It's not so bad. They're just kids. All he's got to do is talk, right? And he can talk. He's got no problems talking.

Jump on in. Circling to the front of the desk, Phil props himself up against it, arms crossed, eyes darting around the room to catch anything undesirable. "All right, let's get this started. My name is Professor Harris, and I hope to Christ you know what class this is. I'll be leading this class for the rest of the year, and I don't want to deal with any kind of trouble from you, all right? Just come to class, keep quiet, show some respect, and we should get along just fine.

"As far as classwork goes... Here's the thing: If you don't pay attention, it's your funeral. This is exactly the kind of shit you kids need to know, but I'm not going to break my back getting you to pay attention, you get me?

"I know you've all got books or whatever, but while we're in the classroom, we'll focus more on practical experience and discussion. If books are your thing, great; just read 'em outside of the classroom. Probably be good for all of you to crack open a book once or twice, but that's not what we're here for. I want you to build your reflexes and expand your options for defense. We'll get into methods of invisibility and methods of disguise, occlumency. Pretty much anything you can think of is up for grabs, because--and I want you all to remember this--you never know what's going to come at you.

"I'm even talking beyond magical obstacles. We like to think non-magical objects and attacks aren't even worth worrying about, but let yourself get careless about 'em, and you'll wind up with a sniper's bullet in your brain. Or feeling woozy because some guy just stabbed you with a hypo full of propofol.

"There are ways of fighting against all of this, but your best friend's gonna be focus. Listen to me, I'll say it again: The key to defense is focus. You've gotta know what you want--you want to grab something and get out of there, you want to knock a guy out, whatever your object might be--and you can't let your mind slip for so much as a single moment. The minute you stop watching, they've got the drop on you.

"Think about this. You're walking along Knockturn Alley--which, by the way, is not recommended; never go anywhere you don't need to be--and someone throws a jinx at you from behind. What do you do? You can let yourself freeze up, wonder 'Oh no how did this happen to meee,' or you can kick all of your senses into high gear and keep track of everything around you, start noting the loose cobblestones around you, the feet shuffling past, the exact spot the hex hit you. You can think about how you want to strike back and what your options are, dig through your store of defense options. In that moment, what do you want, what's your aim?

"We'll get into awareness training a couple of sessions down the line, but half of this is instinct. We can only teach you so much.

"So, talk to me. Questions? Thoughts? Let's hear what you've got."

perfectlaw

Who: Manfred von Karma
Where: Muggle Studies Classroom, Hogwarts
When: January 2013
Format: Either! I use action mostly though.
Open/Closed: Open!

[The board has nothing on it. Von Karma teaches entirely through lecture. There is no assigned text.

No, the only thing the students will find in the classroom is that their desks are rather small and von Karma's is rather... expansive, and ornate, taking up the entire front of the classroom, a small brandy decanter the only ornamentation on it.

Exactly on time the door is thrown open and von Karma steps inside- his presence alone, of course, is enough to make the students quiet down, but he apparently knew who was talking, as he sweeps to his desk and points his wand at the entire classroom]

Five points from Gryffindor, ten points from Hufflepuff, five points from Slytherin, five points from Ravenclaw. I do not allow talking out of turn in this classroom, before or after class. I hope you all understand that this is what passes for leniency here.

[He stares out over the classroom, his mouth twitching a bit at all the faces he recognizes and dislikes, and etching the new ones into his mind so he can dislike them too]

We shall begin. First, a question. Who here has ever met a Muggle in person?

compromisedarrow

Who: Clint Barton
Where: Great Hall, Hogwarts
When: Janurary 2013.
Format: Either.
Open/Closed: Open.

[A notice will be posted on all Common Room noticeboards, as well as the main castle board in the Entrance Hall. It reads as such:]

WIZARD DUEL CLUB

For those who wish to learn the art of wizard duelling, the Duel club will be every Monday, Tuesday, Friday at 19:00 and every Sunday at 11:00 with Mr. Barton in the Great Hall.

Only Second-year students and above can participate, but anyone can watch and participate.

WANTED

Any staff/higher level students for demonstration purposes/tutoring.

((OOC: The first lesson thread will be going up in here. :3 Feel free to pick an opponent and duke it out! Or just hang around and watch.))

inseine

Who: Javert, Manfred von Karma and YOU
Where: Hogwarts Divination Classroom
When: January 2013
Format: Use whichever style suits your fancy!
Open/Closed: OPEN

Javert had just finished flicking the appropriate detention slips--there were two of them today--to their corresponding seats when his first students of the day trickled in.

The students in Professor Javert's Divinations class understood his uncanny knack of simply knowing which students will arrive late on every given day. He always prepared and placed the detention slips in advance. Without even pausing for a breath, he would dock points from the unfortunate House mid-lecture seconds before the offending student at last rushed into the classroom, cheeks flushed and mind in a state of panic. The track record was exceptional, for those who counted: not once was he yet mistaken.

One must wonder what other secrets he kept beneath that tremendous hat of his, if he could accurately predict something as inconsistent as student attendance.

The room was arranged in a dignified semicircle, stripped of the incense and mystic mood that its previous inhabitant loved so dearly. Each station was outfitted simply, designed for a pair of students to huddle around a small but serviceable workspace. The stations were equipped with one enchanted pot of simmering water, a basket of eggs, and two empty bowls.

The Professor did not forget that he was to expect an annoying guest that day. At the topmost tier of this Divinations theater, Manfred von Karma would find a single chair with his name on it - the only vacant chair left in the room, was what Javert would say. It was sized to fit an adolescent child and labeled glibly with Monsieur von Karma's illustrious name.

Javert himself sat calm and resolute at a desk in the center of the semicircle. He wore a faint grimace at his lip, though the most observant of students may notice a disdainful deepening of his crumpled muzzle each time he glanced at a basket of eggs. A pile of papers sat on his right, a deck of charmed tarot cards shuffled by itself on his left, and his own miniature water-and-egg ensemble lay in wait in front of him. At his back was a blackboard suspended in midair, where a piece of chalk wrote of its own volition:

Ancient Methods Week

Day 1 - Ovomancy
Day 2 - Tessomancy
Day 3 - Palmistry
Day 4 - Ornithomancy
Day 5 - Xylomancy
Day 6 - Crystal-Gazing
Day 7 - Month's End - Dream Interpretation

Essay Due Next Friday at Five O'Clock in the Evening, 2 Pages Maximum
Submit to My Office Box, North Tower
No Teensy Font I Am Indeed Referring to You, Combeferre

Conspicuously absent from the list were cartomancy and astrology. Interesting, considering the tirelessly shuffling tarot deck at his elbow.

A bell signaled the start of class. Javert regarded his students closely with unsettling tea-saucer gaze. He must blink when no one else was watching, if indeed it were possible to hold out for that long.

"Ovomancy," he pronounced the same way one would refer to taxes. "The Ancient Greeks devised it, I cannot fathom why they thought it practical. You in the back, put that down, they are not for eating. Now. A definition, for five house points?"

((OOC: Welcome to Divinations! The class is a mixed one. All may enter, all may interrupt. The first thread will be a back-and-forth lecture, the second thread will be workshop/demonstration/conclusions with your eggies, and the third will contain all other interactions that don't otherwise fit. Feel free to skip around and post what you'd like. With Ovomancy, your students will be breaking the eggs open, separating the whites from the yolks, dropping the whites into the simmering water and documenting the shapes formed by the whites. From the shapes your students are supposed to divine the future.

Good luck with that one.))

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Who: ALL! Students, Professors, Caretakers, ETC.
Where: The Great Hall
When: Jan, 2013, Beginning of the new Term!
Format: Either!
Open/Closed: Open to all!

Another year, another term of school!

After the extended winter break that had most of the student population (and quite a handful of the staff) returning home, it was time at last for classes to reconvine, all current residents of Hogwarts gathered together in the Great Hall for the Welcome Back Feast.

The Hall was ablaze of color and music and celebration, the glamourous feast materializing on the table in the very blink of an eye, the staff enjoying themselves (mostly) just as much as the students. Despite the looming promise of classes and examinations and the all too frequent grouchy professor, there was only cheer and festivities on everyone's minds on this evening.

Headmaster Madeldore, the kindly man who had taken reigns of the wavering school some years ago and fashioned it more efficiently into an institution that commanded both respect and pride from it's students, had taken the podium to speak out to those he most cared for, the teenagers and adults who so relied on his continual steady guidance. He spoke of past accomplishments with a soft, fatherly glow of pride and the bright future that laid ahead of them with a soft, but commanding tone.

He was a man of mystery, wrapped up in unanswered questions and unsolvable riddles, but when the gentleman spoke, his very soul was laid bare to the audience. He was viewed as a good man to nearly all, a kind, attentive father to the children so far from home and a strong, reliable headmaster to students and faculty alike. Too private at times, seemingly always trapped within his own thoughts, but when the time came forward, he was there for those who needed him most.

As the speech came to an end, the Headmaster taking a moment to wish each House good luck in the ongoing friendly competition between themselves, the older man eventually stepped backwards to reclaim his seat at the staff table, leaving one last gently spoken phrase.

"Welcome back, my students."

[INITIAL MINGLING POST IS A GO! Go nuts, lovely. Tag students and professors alike. May intermingle between House tables too!]

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