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[annieweasleys-blog-blog]

Annie is attempting to balance her extra books on one arm so she can grab a muffin from the Hufflepuff table (they taste better - she'll swear by it) when she hears it. Peeves is teasing James Potter. She sighs and snatches a muffin from one of the Prewetts. The twin she snatched the muffin from complains but she ignores it. Their sister is always hanging around Arthur at the Weasley household and the pair of them have half-convinced Annie's parents to go full muggle. It's not that Annie is against muggles, she likes the lot of them but she likes magic a lot more. So basically, at home she isn't allowed to practice cleaning spells anymore and so the Prewetts owe her a muffin at the least.

"Oi, Peeves." She bites into the muffin as she alters her path to wander by the Gryffindor table. "Really think that's a good idea? Potter's got this place in the palm of his hand, he'll have you stuck in a portrait if you bother him enough."

Peeves blows a raspberry at her but she shrugs and chews her muffin in response. The ghoul begins to follow her, teasing about redheads and their tempers or something but Annie only notices that James nods a 'thank you' at her. She realizes a beat later that Peeves was probably teasing him about Lily Evans - the only thing that actually gets him flustered that much. It doesn't hurt her as some might think - she knows she'll never measure up to the Gryffindor girl. She doesn't want to marry James, she's a realist. She just thinks he's pretty and would be nice to snog on occasion.

She holds her muffin in her teeth and sits at her table, opening the book on the top of her stack. She focuses solely on her studies during the meal, purposefully ignoring the butterflies in her gut at the memory of Jame's grin.

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[emmaavanity-blog]

Writing Challenge #1

Emma Vanity walked briskly to the Great Hall, somehow her and the rest of her dorm hadn't quite gotten into the usual schedual and had been woken up rather frantically, realising they'd overslept, and would miss breakfast if they didn't get there in less time than seemed possible. Add that to the fact Emma had to visit Dumbledore before breakfast anyway, so he could ramble on a bit about the duties of a Head Girl and Boy. Needless to say by the time she reached his office Frank Longbottom had already left, and so she had the pleasure of one of the headmaster's more tiring speeches. Merlin, at this rate by the time she got there no food would be left anyway.

Emma couldn't possibly imagine what he'd done in the space of the twenty four hours they'd been at the school this year that was humiliating enough to be the cause of this taunting. Still, served the boy right, she supposed, always prancing around with that stupid smug grin on his face, making fun of pretty much everyone, something like this was bound to happen sooner or later, and Emma was just sad to know she'd missed most of it. Opportunities to watch someone with an ego as big as her dearest ex boyfriend being mocked in front of hundreds of people didn't happen every day. 

From here she could see Chris was scowling, she assumed that it was too early for him to come up with anything witty to reply this time in the morning, because she knew he'd never miss an opportunity to show of his sharp tongue. Bloody wanker, he could be. Well, honestly, he was a wanker most of the time, and Emma wasn't going to pretend there was anything even remotely endearing in his big-headed-ness. Nor attractive, or sexy. Rationally there wasn't anything remotely appealing in the majority of Chris's qualities, but for some inexplicable reason Emma found herself helplessly drawn to him. It must be his face. Yes, that was probably it; he was extremely good looking after all. Better looking than most of the guys in her year.

Oh, Merlin, she was at it again. Already. The staring, the pining, the (unsuccessful) convincing that Chris Mulciber was an utter tosser for whom she had no interest. And this year was meant to be a fresh start. Great day so far of course, first being late for a 'meeting' and now this. Needless to say, she couldn't wait until the majority of her friends were finished eating and with their mindless gossip, so she could leave and not make a big spectacle of doing it alone for what would seem to be no reason. Emma exhaled sharply, looking up at Chris one last time, before turning back to her friends. Emma Vanity was not concerned anymore with the likes of Chris Mulciber, and saw no point dwelling on the boy. Emma Vanity had more important things to focus on. And besides, it's not like there weren't plenty of other guys in the school, all of whom would be hers in an instant if she dangled the idea infront of them.

But there was only one Chris Mulciber. 

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[oneandonlyhestiajones-blog]

writing challenge!

First day of school, great, thought Hestia flatly as she entered the Great Hall. It all becomes a bit boring sometimes. She was just about to sit down at the Ravenclaw house table when she noticed Peeves at the opposite end of the table, pelting bits of toast at Gideon Prewett. Immediately a blush spread over her cheeks. Hestia had liked Gideon ever since second year, when he'd accidentally turned her favourite earrings into carrots. She used to talk to him, but it was painful for her because she felt like they'd never become close enough to form a proper relationship. He was witty, attractive and totally out of her league.

Gideon sat with his head bowed, steadily munching through his breakfast. Although he seemed to be totally ignoring the pieces of toast bouncing off his skull, if you looked closely, his expression betrayed the humiliation he felt. Hestia was in anguish for him, but she didn't how she could help him.

She didn't know him well enough to just wade in there and help him, and besides, she didn't have the courage to stand up outright to Peeves anyway.

She could just sit there and ignore what was happening - but no, her conscience rejected that almost immediately. You can't like a boy and then just abandon him. 

So she had to think of something else. A way to stop Peeves without bringing attention to herself. The answer came to her in an instant and she pulled out her wand. From under the table she charmed the bits of bread Peeves was hurling so they flew in the opposite direction. Giggling with glee as the poltergeist nearly pulled his hair out in frustration and zoomed off, she tried to keep her grin under control. At the other end of the table, Gideon was looking relieved. Hestia couldn't help but look at him. His head turned around and he saw her wand under the table before she hastily stuffed it up her sleeve. Hestia was mortified; he'd seen her, he knew she'd helped him! But deep down she couldn't help feeling proud that she'd helped him, and maybe, just maybe, he'd think of her with a smile.

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[remus-j-lupin-76-blog]

Writing Challenge, ooc.

The Most Important Meal of the Day.

Remus sprinted towards the doors to the great hall, his scruffy robes billowing behind him. He absent mindedly ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up at angles more drastic than he thought was humanely possible. He hated over sleeping, he had woken up this morning with twenty minutes left until the end of breakfast, and Remus did not function well on an empty stomach. So he was forced to throw on his uniform and run all the way from Gryffindor tower, lest he miss the most important meal of the day. It had taken him a full ten minutes to get here, and he knew he would have to grab as much food as he could before it disappeared, but what Remus saw in the Great Hall stopped him dead in his tracks. Cynthia Jones was crying at the Ravenclaw table, the colour of her eyes rivalling that of her long, flowing, scarlet hair, but she was sitting as still as a statue. A quick glance around the hall made the cause of the petite girl’s tears known almost instantly, Peeves was floating just to the right of her, and he was holding a cage in his hands. That’s when Remus noticed the tarantulas crawling up to Cynthia, spiders were her biggest fear. As he got closer to the display, Remus could hear Peeves’ mocking tone, “Little Baby Cynthia, afraid of a few itty bitty spiders? They won’t hurt you Cynthia, unless you jump.” Then Peeves suddenly lunged at the girl with a scream of “Boo!” Cynthia however, didn’t move a muscle, unlike the students surrounding her, who were laughing at the display heartily. She quietly pleaded with Peeves, “Please take them away.” Peeves, however, was having none of this, and was about to begin with an onslaught of spider related insults, when Remus strode up to him. “Oh! It’s Looney, loopy, Lupin! Come to join in my fun?” he asked with Glee. Remus glared at the poltergeist, and replied “No Peeves, I’m here to tell you to get those sodding things off her,” and when Peeves remained where he was, he snarled “NOW!” Gaining the attention of everyone in the great hall, it wasn’t every day that Remus Lupin lost his temper like this, but when he did, it was positively terrifying. “Ooh, Loony, Loopy, Lupin is mad at me for picking on his girlfriend, what’re you going to do, take away house points? I’m not a student, and I don’t think I want to take them away, so you can’t make me.” Peeves taunted, clearly not intimidated by the teenager’s rage. “No, but I can,” a gruff voice spat from behind Remus, he spun around, and saw that it was The Bloody Baron. “You get those spiders off that girl, now. She has done nothing to you, and you directly defied the orders of a prefect. I should see you in chains for this.” Remus turned back around to face Peeves, but he was distracted by the panicked look in Cynthia’s eyes, as the tarantulas slowly made their way up her legs. Peeves’ voice broke him out of his trance, and he heard him mumble “So sorry, your bloodiness, Mr Baron, Sir. My mistake, my mistake, I didn’t think, I never do, forgive old Peevsie his little joke, sir,” And with the click of his fingers, the tarantulas were no more. After mumbling yet another apology to the Baron, Peeves too was gone. Remus smiled kindly at the Baron, “Thank you.” he said, and his sincerity could be heard from a mile away. “Cynthia would thank you as well, but I fear she is still in shock.” The Bloody Baron nodded, and flew away from the Ravenclaws, to join the Slytherins. He sat right next to Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Black, and her sister Narcissa, much to their discomfort. Remus sat down beside Cynthia, staring at her for a few seconds, before timidly asking “Are you alright?” Cynthia nodded, before bursting out crying again, the words she was attempting drowned in salty tears. After a few moments, however, she regained the ability to communicate. “Thank you, Remus,” she said with a watery smile. “You’re welcome,” Remus replied automatically, still surprised she knew his name. Remus was so surprised, in fact, that he didn’t notice Cynthia leaning into him, until her lips were on his, and the taste of salt clung to his lips. Just as soon as the kiss had begun, it had ended, and rather than being pressed against his own, Cynthia’s lips were, instead, forming the words “My hero.” It took Remus a few seconds to realise she meant him, and when he did, he turned scarlet, the blush making his face unbearably hot, for a cold September’s day. Cynthia ran off to her friends, to tell them about her horrible ordeal and her wonderful kiss. Meanwhile Remus glided over to the Gryffindor table, to sit next to the Marauders, and mumbled to himself “Maybe missing breakfast wasn’t so bad after all,” before being assaulted by a series wolf whistles, and cat calls from his best friends, Sirius, James, and Peter. For the first time in his life, Remus Lupin was glad he had woken up late.

A/N: Technically speaking Lucius, Narcissa, and Bellatrix wouldn't be there, since they'd graduated by then, but artistic licence, I'm abusing mine a little.

#marauderingrpch1 #I tried and therefore no one should judge me #you can probably guess that I tend to get Cs in essay class #Unless I'm writing platonic destiel I somehow got an A in that one

[marauderingrp-blog]

Writing Challenge #1

Hello sweetlings! It's that time of the month. No Lupin won't turn into a werewolf and kills us all. It's the writing challenge's time!

First off, here's the rules:

Each month a challenge shall be posted.

You have one week to enter the challenge.

You enter by writing your post, publishing it on your blog and tagging it with the tags offered by the mod for each challenge.

There's no limit on how long the entry should be, however, the minimum required is 300 words. You get five house points for the entry.

Third place gets ten house points, second place fifteen and first place twenty.

Prizes also include extra goodies, but we're not spoiling those just yet!

Should you have any questions concerning the challenge, do address them off anon here, as I'm on more from that account.

NOTE: The challenges, naturally, aren't considered to be actually IC, meaning that a challenge isn't part of the plot's events unless specified. It's just a way to get to understand your character better, to offer them some extra layers and more depth.

With that said -

WRITING CHALLENGE #1

Setting: First day of school, your character just entered the Great Hall and is heading towards their respective table. Suddenly, your character notices Peeves picking on their crush, mocking them in front of everyone, without giving them the chance to defend themselves.

Challenge: Write your character's inner reaction to this setting, their feelings and emotions when seeing the person they fancy in such a situation, and what they do (fix the situation, or just ignore it all). Motivate their choice.

Note: Your character's crush can either be the actual canon one, or an invented one (AU) where it's the case. If it is a canon one, you may naturally mention some of Peeves' insults in your entry, but, obviously, keep them canon, please!

This challenge's tag: marauderingrpch1

Deadline: 31st of July, 2012

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