meet me in the red sky and dance with me;

[wolfchild]

ota; joint action with robb; forbidden forest;

[ the forbidden forest it may be called, but arya could find little reason for it to be forbidden. she could not see anything that really merited the moniker. she pictured strangling vines, carnivorous flowers, distant screams of animals. what she found was quite tame in comparison.

but even if it had had all what she had imagined, she would go inside regardless. the direwolves were in there.

no one had stopped her today when she tried to walk out in normal clothes so there's no heavy robe to snag on a root or bushes. the clothes are all earth clothes, but they're comfortable and good to move in. she grins up at robb as they walk into the shade. it almost feels like being back north, in the wolfswood, where she was never allowed to join the boys, though bran could even if he was younger and weaker and not as good a rider. having aemon and northern son would make it better, but she doesn't mind walking. less so when she's with her brother. ]

Will you go with me to the pitch tomorrow? You can help me practice. I'm really good at it, did you see?

[ she knows he did. but arya hasn't yet tired of hearing robb tell her he was proud of her. she doesn't think she ever shall. ]

ota; dictated; action for the owlery;

[ the soft sounds of cooing and rustling wings float through the air. seated on the steps to the owlery, arya strokes winter's glossy feathers. though she has her journal open in front of her, arya watches the darkening evening sky. when she speaks, it sounds almost like she's thinking out loud. ]

Where did everyone go today? Why did some have to stay behind?

( ino )

(( ooc: for the forbidden forest section, both arya and robb will be tagging yours. c: ))

Open Post: Hogsmeade

[courageous_wit]

[it's Saturday, so it's time to kick back and enjoy the lovely sights of Hogsmeade. Have a drink at the Three Broomsticks, grab some sweets from Honeydukes, or dare to check out the famously haunted Shrieking Shack! Just kick back and enjoy yourselves today!

This is technically only open to third years and above, but if you can sneak out without teachers noticing more power to you!]

[Three Broomsticks | Honeydukes | Zonko’s Joke Shop | Hog’s Head | Shrieking Shack | and feel free to make own sections!]

[12 Transfigurations] - yesterday afternoon

[savethedarkness]

[Before Class]

[did someone - prefect, Head of House, other Professor? - assign you detention? if so, you might have been assigned to come and wax the desks in Professor Mansfield's classroom. once you arrive, she'll be waiting behind her own desk, and hold out her hand:]

Your wand, please.


[During Class]

[when students arrive, upon everyone's desk is a simple ceramic animal of various shape or size. some have a magical creature, some have more mundane ones, like the bulldog on the Professor's own desk.]

Good morning, everyone. Please take your seats. As always, anyone caught chewing gum, sucking sourballs, or sneaking food or sweets of any other fashion in my classes will have it transfigured into something of my own choosing, and then have to share it with the rest of the class.

Now that that's out of the way: First years, please open your textbooks and study the simple movements required to turn a quill into a twig. I expect you to be attempting to write with sticks by the end of the lesson.

Second and third years, you will be transfiguring your animals from ceramic to stone, and pairing up with the fourth and fifth years, who will be animating them for you. If your animal becomes unruly, simply transfigure your chairs to cages and be done with it, you've been in my class long enough at this point not to need me to hold your bloody hands.

Fifth years, you'll be preparing for your OWLs, of course. At the end of the class, you will be helping the other students undo their work - and also responsible for repairing any accidental and improper transfigurations. If you're to pass your OWLs with flying colors and qualify for the Honours-level Sixth and Seventh year Transfiguration courses, I need to know that you can clean up after yourselves.

Any questions?


[After Class]

[once the students start filing out, Olivia gathers up her materials and starts to pack them away, transfiguring them into miniature and arranging them neatly in what looks like a slim silver cigarette case. she tucks that away in the folds of her robes, and then heads for her office. if you need to speak with her, you can either follow her there, or find her there]

055 spells cast

[kungfuwitch]

Is it just me or are there suddenly a lot of people here who don't know anything about this school? I'm trying to decide if they've all been hexed or if they're just dumb. Any theories?

( Peter Petrelli )

[Phoebe is currently wandering around the streets of Hogsmeade looking completely and utterly bored. She's seen the stores. She doesn't have anything she really wants to buy so she's just aimlessly wandering and people watching. Maybe someone'll try out something they got at Zonko's and she'll get some free entertainment.

Come bother the witch!]

(Dictated)

[tylendel]

What does it mean to be a Gryffindor? (The colors remind him of the Bard school.) I understand that bravery and chivalry play a part, but if that's all, I am not in the right House in the least.

Speaking of which, does anyone really abide by the curfew? I feel like I'm in the Collegium again, but this time...

(There's no one warming his bed. Sleeping alone is almost physically painful after everything. Every moment of silence is filled with Tylendel's thoughts about Savil and all of the people - good people - he betrayed and left behind.)

It seems lonely. Magic can't make up for everything.