We are a post-Potter roleplay set in 2019.
We have an active character driven plot, a short app and no word count.
It's June 2019 and at the moment, the wizarding world is facing a lot of tension with the werewolf community.
This is a result of anti-werewolf legislation being passed in 2016 after a series of brutal attacks.
Unfortunately, this legislation passing hasn't achieved anything.
Werewolves can't find jobs and without a source of income, this has left a lot of them facing poverty.
But instead of taking it laying down, there's starting to be waves of attacks once more.
How will the Ministry of Magic solve this problem now? Is it too late?
One pack, The Trossachs, have decided that an obvious solution is to no longer be a minority. The more wolves, the better.
Yet another pack, known as The Cotswolds, believe that approach will only deepen the mistrust and ostracism faced by the werewolf community.
Instead, this group, led by an independently wealthy werewolf means aims to educate the ignorant wizarding community and change legislation by winning the support of the majority.
An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
It was so early and despite getting a full eight hours of sleep, Rowan was so tired and as a result... his mind was doing really weird things. Like wondering how the hell dogs and babies could wake so bloody early? He was an almost fully grown human and he could barely cope after a whole night's sleep. "D'you reckon there's science behind feeling better rested waking up at 10am than 7am? I mean, going to bed later and waking up later, rather than going to bed early and waking early? Shit, man, does that even make sense or do I sound like I've taken a bloody babbling potion?" Rowan trailed off, blinking as he raised his weary head off his makeshift arm pillow.
Leaning across the table, Rowan grabbed an obnoxiously red mug - why did Gryffindors always have to put up with red stuff 24/7? Why wouldn't they switch it up for things that were gold sometimes? - along with the pot of coffee. "I hope we don't have to read too much in class today. Hurts my head too much, y'know? S'not like I don't understand it, but concentrating for such a long time makes all the words fuzzy and they all just blur together and I end up reading the same sentence again and again," he mused, pouring the coffee into a mug before inhaling. It smelt delicious and it was almost like just the scent of coffee was enough to have him a bit more alert, shuffling in his seat.
The first taste of the coffee hitting his tongue was enough to send Rowan breaking into a grin, the sides of his mouth crinkling. That was the stuff. "Anyway, how're you?"
It was one of those days where Mavican woke up with her red curls being as wild as her night with her girlfriend but nothing she tried to fix it seemed to help. The redhead had put on a hoodie, the hood covering most of her hair up and just walked into the great hall. Morgan was nowhere to be found which sucked, she hoped Morgan had a way to fix her hair and Casey wasn't here either so Mavican just walked up to the Gryffindor table not giving a hoot and plopped down across from Rowan.
Mavican reached for some food and eyed Rowan when he started rambling about sleep. "It depends on what has gotten you exhausted in the first place. But when it comes to being a babbling idiot I am afraid you don't need a potion for that." she teased and took a sip from the coffee.
"These red cups are horrid.. at least the blue one look pretty.." she said with a snort. Her green eyes looked at her friend who was talking again. "What class do we have anyway? I didn't look at my schedule and I also kind of don't care. I mean sure reading books is a pain in the ass but that's because some teachers are just to lazy to explain the stuff we're doing in the first place." she said with a shrug.
"I've been better.. I got a bad case of sex hair.." she grumbled and patted her hoodie making sure it was still in place. "Do you know how to fix it by any chance?" she asked him with a bite of her bottom lips.
When Mavican Jones in all of her freckled glory came to sit down with him and offered up a possible explanation to his weird, rambling question, Rowan pondered it for a minute. "I dunno what's got me exhausted. I mean, not like I'm doing anything wild at night time - unlike you, Mavican. I've heard the rumours. Pretty sure I've walked in on the rumours a few times too," Rowan teased, before he let out a chuckle. "Yeah, thanks. It's always so nice being around you, Jones. Love it when you call me an idiot."
Rowan had to agree with her observation about the cups because the blue ones were definitely less of an eye sore. "We have... uh..." Rowan racked his brain because shit, what class did they have? He really needed to pay more attention in the first place and after a hard thinking squint, he declared, "Transfiguration, I think? Sucks now Professor Samuels has gone. That dude was cool. I bet he knew a thing or two about cool music."
The declaration that Mavican had a bad case of sex hair nearly had coffee come spurting out of Rowan's nose with the way he choked because was that normal? Did people just casually announce that at breakfast where any Tom, Dick and Larry could hear? He didn't stay shocked for long because that wasn't his M.O. and as soon as he recovered, he was teasing her, "Heard that a wash and a brush does wonders, Jones. Otherwise, I got nothing for you."
It was such an open door easily kicked in by the redhead that she simply couldn't resist with the response she gave Rowan. Her lips curled up in a smile as Rowan responded to her. Oh yes those rumors, often they were true but since last winter, they were nothing but rumors and past experiences. Mavican took a sip of her own drink with the grin never really leaving her expression.
"Did you? Gosh I wished you'd go through with it." she returned with a wink and put the cup down. "But you are my idiot, that counts for something doesn't it?" she said with a fake pout and cocked her head to the side. It was almost like she could see the wheels spin in Rowan's brain as he thought about the class they were supposed to have. "Transfiguration? Oh yes. I am sure the new professor won't be too bad? I mean they can't be worse than our Astronomy professor. What a doofus." she snickered.
"Dude I tried but.. the curls.. they're a pain in the ass." she said and slowly lowered her hood. "I can't get them to behave at all which you know isn't too surprising since it's my hair but still.." she put the hood back on. "I guess I will walk around like a hooded figure for today, I can bail on Astronomy later because fuck that.." she said and shrugged as she sipped from her drink. "How have you been doing? I am so sorry for not asking before." she said quickly, licking some juice from her lips. "Do you have bacon?"
He was her idiot. Immediately, that had Rowan huffing out a laugh. "You have a way of making me feel special like no-one else, Jones," Rowan returned dryly, raising his hand to go and ruffle her hair but stopping in his tracks because uh, yeah, not a good idea. He didn't want to be an unofficial party to Mavican and Casey's sexcapades. "Take it things are going well with Casey thing." Rowan adopted a very innocent expression as he asked, "Got her pregnant yet? Will we be expecting any little Ravenclaw babies soon? I bet they'd be cute little mood buttheads who's first word is… brains. They'd be little zombabies."
"Hey, I like the Astronomy Professor. He talks about easy shit and he has a good beard. I wish mine would grow that thick," Rowan said, reaching up to stroke the stubble that was growing in on his jaw. It was impressive compared to most of his peer's sketchy, patchy facial hair but... it could be better. His general inspiration porn for beards were lumberjacks with long, thick locks of hair lining their jaws.
"If it's clean, then dude, just tie it up in like... a bun or something," Rowan said with a shrug, before grinning. "Yeah, just walk around looking like the Grim Reaper today. That'll go down well. You'll have one of those Divination people say you're a bad omen, and have to explain you just have messy shag hair you're trying to hide." When Mavican asked if he had bacon, Rowan gestured widely to the entire breakfast feast in front of them like, 'grab some and go for gold, doofus.' "I'm cool. Just been chilling. Practicing Quidditch every now and then but no real point, is there? I've tried out for five years and had zero luck. It sucks, man. All I wanna do is play on a team."
Post by MAVICAN JONES on Nov 17, 2019 13:25:23 GMT
Mavican had often felt like having the few friends she had was a blessing, Rowan was one of those friends. She could be a complete flat out idiot around him and it was fun. The redhead though didn't think he was less of an idiot sometimes and she wasn't too shy to remind him of that thought. Her green eyes were on him and her red lips and curled up in a smile as she sipped from her drink. "You are very welcome for the special treatment I give you, Howard." she said with a smirk and cocked her head to the side for a moment as she watched him raise his hand slightly and then.. lower it.
"Were you about to make my sex hairdo even worse?" she asked with a smirk. "Yes they are which is a miracle if you ask me. Who knew I could actually pull off the dating thing?" she was actually genuinly surprised about that fact but she was not unhappy about it either. When Rowan asked her if she got Casey pregnant yet the redhead almost choked on her juice. Some spilled out of her mouth and she grabbed a handkerchief from the table before making a complete fool out of herself in front of the Gryffindork house.
"Oof hey.." she coughed a bit. "I doubt I can create zombabies but just for you i'll keep trying." she replied though now the thought of babies crawling about asking for brains was not leaving her mind anytime soon. "But would zombabies actually speak or just grunt like a zombie? Would their eyes be red? Green skin?" she asked curiously. God Mavican who cares? "The astronomy professor had a beard? Huh.. I didn't even notice." she had her brow arched as she watched Rowan. She reached out for his face and hummed. "Yes you have a long way to go." she grinned before pulling her hand back.
"You think I haven't tried that? Dude it's like.. a huge mess man... I broke bands.." she said with a slight flush to her cheeks. She was never ashamed of her activities but her hair was betraying her so hard. "Oh you almost sound like I wouldn't mind sharing with the world that I had a delightful night that caused my hair to look like a confirmation sign." she teased and frowned. "Okay yes I really don't like my hair like this." she shook her head and laughed. "Imagine being called a bad omen though.." Mavican reached out for a piece of bacon and took a bite from it. "Mmm well. If you want to make the team so badly why don't you just talk to some of the players? What's the harm?" she asked and knew the pain of not getting on the team. She was denied back when she was in her third year but in fourth she refused to be denied and got in.
"I can help you practice. What position are you going for?" she asked and eyed two little girls playing with braids. "Hmmm.." she turned and whistled at them. "Hey would you guys mind helping me out? I could use some fancy braids.." she asked as the girls came up to her. With big smiles they nodded and Mavican pulled her hood down so they could reach her hair. "So as I was saying.. Perhaps I could help." Mavican offered as the girls started braiding her locks.
"Hairdo, Mavi? You sound like an old nanna sitting on a rocking chair and knitting. Are you going to ask me if I want a lemon drop next?" Rowan was immediately teasing her, tearing off a pretty large strip of toast. Merlin, was he hungry. His mum had always joked that he ate a lot because he was a growing boy but seriously, he was about 6'3" now, and wasn't that tall enough? When would being hungry all the time stop?
As Mavican declared that her dating was a miracle, Rowan looked at her incredulously before letting out a chuckle and deadpanning, "Yeah, it's a miracle sent from above from Merlin himself. He decided that one day, a feisty little redhead by the name of Mavican Jones, would be able to date a feisty little Ravenclaw by the name of Casey Stevens. Blessed be, let's all rejoice, a miracle be upon us." When Mavican reached for some juice, then choked and actually dribbled out a bit from the side of her mouth, he just couldn't resist teasing her about her old skills. One he'd heard plenty about from her, and a few of the guys at Hogwarts. "Here I was, thinking you'd be used to swallowing by now, Mavican. I guess old habits do die quickly."
The continuing discussion of zombabies made Rowan let out a grimace because yeah, this was getting more disturbing by the second. "I guess we'll never know until Merlin performs another miracle on you and you knock poor Casey up," he said, shaking his head dramatically. "But what are the chances, hey? Of Merlin performing two miracles on you. You'd have to be the luckiest duck in the world."
"I've talked to the players, Mavi. I'm just not up to scratch for the team, I guess," he said, sounding a little resigned at the end. The thought of just not being good enough was bloody depressing. "Uh, keeper, I guess? I like playing all positions though, except seeker. I'm too bloody big to be a seeker, I can't go fast enough on my broom either."
At first, Rowan looked bloody horrified that Mavican was asking a couple of first years to braid her sex hair but then he remembered that apparently she'd washed it. For the hygiene of the general public, he sure bloody hoped so or she was going to traumatise the children, likely sending them crying all the way into Belanger's arms. He was such a good lad, being a prefect and all. "Are you trying to hurt my feelings, Mavi? I could have done that - uh, no offense, girls. Keep up the good work. You're a bunch of champs."
Mornings do get better over time when you spend them with friends. Mavican sometimes forgot about that fact as she went through the day. Rowan's sense of humor matched her own and they could make the most horrible jokes and it wouldn't matter because they knew from each other that it was all fun and games. "Lemon drops are disgusting no, i'd ask what size of sweater you need and knit you one with three sleeves because I am horrible at it." she responded with a smirk of her own. God imagine her being a grandma, ew.
"It is!" Mavican was highly convinced of that fact and nothing or no one could convince her otherwise. The redhead was sure as hell of it. "While you rejoice do hand me that plate please, not all of us have arms that long." she said trying to reach for a plate filled with fruit herself. "See?" she asked with a small pout. Mavican was trying to eat her breakfast and be as subtle as she could be but of course Rowan noticed the spill. "Mmm you'd think that, turns out I am not huh?" she chuckled and shook her head. "Glad I don't have that problem with Casey."
More miracles? please no. "No thank you, one miracle is enough if you ask me, though quidditch captain could be added to it now I come to think of miracles.." Mavican said with her lips pursed a little as she thought it over. "How about we train together? You and me. We'll find what you're best at and show it in Gryffindor's face. They can't be doing worse right now can they?" she asked knowing that would earn her glares but it was a fact proven by their own actions. "We'll start with keeper and get you to dodge some bludgers and catch some quaffles." Mavican was actually excited for this now.
While the little girls were working on her hair, Rowan sounded like he was about to have a tantrum of his own. "Aw Rowan, would you care to join them?" she asked with a laugh. Her wilde curls needed some taming and the girls were having a good time braiding her hair. Once they were done Mavican let out a small sigh of relief. "Next time you can braid my hair." she assured him and ate from the bacon on her plate.
"Maybe I'm a sneaky metamorphmagus on the down low who can grow an extra arm by sheer will alone except I don't in fear of being outcasted by my peers. Maybe this three-armed sweater you knit me will give me the confidence to show my peers this particular talent one day," Rowan rambled on, before slowly grinning at her because he was on a roll and all the negativity in the world wouldn't stop him. "And that's why you'd make a great Nanna because your sweater would encourage me to just be myself."
Whilst Rowan followed Mavican's instruction and rejoiced, Rowan reached over to grab her the plate of fruit because he was a good boy and an even gooder (yes, that was a word) friend. "Yes, thank the heavens for small mercies - let the entire table know that Casey Stevens does not, in fact, have a penis and this is a fact that Mavican Jones very much appreciates." Yes, he was a great friend.
"Gryffindor was pretty shit in their last game. What was up with those beaters?" Rowan said with a shake of his head. They seemed half-asleep from where he was watching up in the stands, and it had been disappointing to watch. "We can totally train together though. You can teach me your mad skills, and I'll... I'll pretend like one day I'll be good enough to join the team." He wasn't holding out much hope, in all honestly. He had one more year left to make the team, and he wasn't entirely sure he'd beat out the other people in try-outs. He'd seen some of the prospective future team members out on the field practicing in their own time and they were crazy good.
At Mavican's suggestion that he could join these girls at hair braiding, as though he needed assistance to get the job done, his eyes rolled. "I hope you enjoy all the lumps they left behind," he said when the girls disappeared, sending her a very friendly smile before digging into his food once more.
Mavican valued her friends not because she was lacking them, though she was, but because they knew how to make her day better without even trying. Rowan's goofy imagination alone would fill her day with glee because it was just such a relief to see among others. He gave her the perfect reason to give him a three armed sweater, though she should probably pick up knitting first because gosh she had no idea how to use those needles. Not in that way anyway. "A three armed sweater it is. I would love to see your third arm." she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows and a teasing smile.
Mavican placed her hands together before putting them on her chest and giving Rowan a smile. He was the sweetest and purest guy wasn't he? Probably not as pure as she'd want to believe but that was way besides the point Mavican was trying to make here. "You are the sweetest, does that mean I can pinch your cheeks?" she asked with a velvety tone to her voice, acting as innocent as she could manage. "You should always be yourself, you're my best friend after all." she told him and reached for an apple from the plate he held out.
"Oh yes, praise her mother." she said with a laugh, god this was crazy and she loved it. Her cheeks had flushed red and Mavican hardly even noticed. "I don't know man, we were supposed to fear them but then again they wouldn't stand a chance to someone like me." she said with a smug smile before taking a bite from her apple. "Alright it's decided, we practice together and I will get you in perfect shape for the tryouts." she said with a confident nod.
"Oh well it could not be worse than it was before they braided it, though now you have asked for me coming to you every single time i got hair that needs to be fixed. You can't tell me no now either." she purred and chuckled a bit as she got up slowly, stretching her body, flexing it because why not, before letting out a small groan of joy when a joint popped. "Alright I have to go get dressed for class." she said and walked around the table to kiss him on the cheek. "See you in class handsome." she said before walking off with a whistle.
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