<![CDATA[Knockturn Bound - Kitchens & Dungeon Corridors]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/ Fri, 31 Jul 2026 00:11:36 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[lets raiiiiiid! || bean]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=1148 Sun, 05 Jul 2026 02:27:14 +0000 Morgan Barlowe]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=1148 <![CDATA[Midnight Snacks]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=1143 Fri, 03 Jul 2026 23:50:23 +0000 Gideon Blackwood]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=1143 <![CDATA[PLOT :: The Great Candy Purge :: OPEN]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=1106 Mon, 08 Jun 2026 23:51:25 +0000 Gideon Blackwood]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=1106 16 January 1923
Tuesday, 7:00-9:30pm


By mid-January, the novelty had worn off. At least for the staff.

What had begun as a harmless fascination with Butterwand & Co.'s newest sweets had evolved into weeks of disruptions, emotional outbursts, secret trades, confiscations, smuggling operations, and an alarming amount of paperwork.

In Gideon's opinion, the paperwork had been the true tragedy.

Standing at the front of the dungeon detention room, he watched as students gradually filtered inside. Some looked annoyed. Others looked bored. A few looked around the room with varying degrees of concern.

The classroom itself appeared surprisingly empty. Just rows of desks, parchment, quills, and a single stack of envelopes resting neatly upon Gideon's desk.

The professor waited until the final student entered before closing the door with a quiet click.

"Good evening. I assume most of you are aware of why you're here."

His tone was calm. Pleasant, even. Which somehow made detention worse.

A few students shifted in their seats. The corner of Gideon's mouth twitched ever so slightly.

"By now, your parents have received correspondence from Hogwarts regarding Butterwand & Co. confectionery and the issues it has caused throughout the school."

Issues was perhaps putting it mildly. Broken friendships. Dramatic reconciliations, some in the middle of lessons. Confessions that should have remained private. Arguments over absolutely nothing. At least one duel. Several classroom disruptions. An unfortunate incident involving enchanted armor and a bag of Fizzing Starshards. The less said about that, the better.

"Despite these letters, many of you continued to acquire, distribute, conceal, purchase, trade, barter, smuggle, and, in one particularly creative case, attempt to professionally market the sweets."

His gaze lingered briefly on no one in particular.

"And so, for the first portion of today's detention, you will each be writing a letter home. You will explain why you are here. In your own words."

A pause.

"Don't worry. I will be reviewing them to ensure all pertinent information has been included."

The collective suffering in the room was immediate. Gideon ignored it completely.

"Once your letters are complete, we shall move on to the second half of detention. This portion will take more than one evening to complete, so you will be required to attend until the task is finished."

Now there was the faintest hint of satisfaction in his voice.

"Over the last several months, staff have confiscated a truly impressive quantity of sweets."

The air shimmered. Boxes appeared.

Then more boxes. Then crates.

Then entire stacks of crates.

Velvet Cloud Truffles. Fizzing Starshards. Rainbow Pop Lollies. Midnight Cocoa Cubes. Enough confectionery to stock a small shop.

Several students immediately stared. Several others looked downright heartbroken. More than one person drooled.

"Before anyone asks, the sweets have been permanently charmed to remain within this room. They cannot be removed."

Another box appeared.

Gideon folded his hands behind his back. "The wrappers have been permanently affixed. They cannot be opened. The candy cannot be eaten."

Another box shimmered into existence. A collective groan rose from the room.

"Any attempt to circumvent these enchantments will result in an additional detention for each individual piece involved."

Silence. A room full of mourning teenagers stared back at him.

Gideon nodded once.

"Excellent. Then we understand one another."

He gestured toward the growing mountain of confectionery.

"Once your letters are finished, you will inventory, sort, catalogue, and assist in the destruction of every confiscated sweet in this room. The boxes and crates are mixed. Your job will be to separate the candies by type, count them, and record the totals. Once everything has been categorized and inventoried, we will destroy them."

He glanced over the mountain of candy.

"There are approximately six thousand, three hundred and twelve pieces. Though I wouldn't become too attached to that figure. We continue to find new stashes on a near daily basis."

For the first time all evening, Gideon allowed himself the smallest trace of a smile.

"You may begin."

Returning to his desk, Gideon reclined in his chair, his feet crossed at the ankles and resting atop the desk. If he had to guess, this detention would last at least two weeks.

If they kept finding candy at the current rate, it might take months.


((OOC: Welcome to the candy rush detention! I plan on updating this every 3 to 4 days, depending on how active posting is. For your first post, please come in, react to having to be there, how is your character doing? In withdrawals? Still sitting on a stash, so feeling pretty good? Get started on your letters, and react to the future destruction of all that glorious sugar.))]]> 16 January 1923
Tuesday, 7:00-9:30pm


By mid-January, the novelty had worn off. At least for the staff.

What had begun as a harmless fascination with Butterwand & Co.'s newest sweets had evolved into weeks of disruptions, emotional outbursts, secret trades, confiscations, smuggling operations, and an alarming amount of paperwork.

In Gideon's opinion, the paperwork had been the true tragedy.

Standing at the front of the dungeon detention room, he watched as students gradually filtered inside. Some looked annoyed. Others looked bored. A few looked around the room with varying degrees of concern.

The classroom itself appeared surprisingly empty. Just rows of desks, parchment, quills, and a single stack of envelopes resting neatly upon Gideon's desk.

The professor waited until the final student entered before closing the door with a quiet click.

"Good evening. I assume most of you are aware of why you're here."

His tone was calm. Pleasant, even. Which somehow made detention worse.

A few students shifted in their seats. The corner of Gideon's mouth twitched ever so slightly.

"By now, your parents have received correspondence from Hogwarts regarding Butterwand & Co. confectionery and the issues it has caused throughout the school."

Issues was perhaps putting it mildly. Broken friendships. Dramatic reconciliations, some in the middle of lessons. Confessions that should have remained private. Arguments over absolutely nothing. At least one duel. Several classroom disruptions. An unfortunate incident involving enchanted armor and a bag of Fizzing Starshards. The less said about that, the better.

"Despite these letters, many of you continued to acquire, distribute, conceal, purchase, trade, barter, smuggle, and, in one particularly creative case, attempt to professionally market the sweets."

His gaze lingered briefly on no one in particular.

"And so, for the first portion of today's detention, you will each be writing a letter home. You will explain why you are here. In your own words."

A pause.

"Don't worry. I will be reviewing them to ensure all pertinent information has been included."

The collective suffering in the room was immediate. Gideon ignored it completely.

"Once your letters are complete, we shall move on to the second half of detention. This portion will take more than one evening to complete, so you will be required to attend until the task is finished."

Now there was the faintest hint of satisfaction in his voice.

"Over the last several months, staff have confiscated a truly impressive quantity of sweets."

The air shimmered. Boxes appeared.

Then more boxes. Then crates.

Then entire stacks of crates.

Velvet Cloud Truffles. Fizzing Starshards. Rainbow Pop Lollies. Midnight Cocoa Cubes. Enough confectionery to stock a small shop.

Several students immediately stared. Several others looked downright heartbroken. More than one person drooled.

"Before anyone asks, the sweets have been permanently charmed to remain within this room. They cannot be removed."

Another box appeared.

Gideon folded his hands behind his back. "The wrappers have been permanently affixed. They cannot be opened. The candy cannot be eaten."

Another box shimmered into existence. A collective groan rose from the room.

"Any attempt to circumvent these enchantments will result in an additional detention for each individual piece involved."

Silence. A room full of mourning teenagers stared back at him.

Gideon nodded once.

"Excellent. Then we understand one another."

He gestured toward the growing mountain of confectionery.

"Once your letters are finished, you will inventory, sort, catalogue, and assist in the destruction of every confiscated sweet in this room. The boxes and crates are mixed. Your job will be to separate the candies by type, count them, and record the totals. Once everything has been categorized and inventoried, we will destroy them."

He glanced over the mountain of candy.

"There are approximately six thousand, three hundred and twelve pieces. Though I wouldn't become too attached to that figure. We continue to find new stashes on a near daily basis."

For the first time all evening, Gideon allowed himself the smallest trace of a smile.

"You may begin."

Returning to his desk, Gideon reclined in his chair, his feet crossed at the ankles and resting atop the desk. If he had to guess, this detention would last at least two weeks.

If they kept finding candy at the current rate, it might take months.


((OOC: Welcome to the candy rush detention! I plan on updating this every 3 to 4 days, depending on how active posting is. For your first post, please come in, react to having to be there, how is your character doing? In withdrawals? Still sitting on a stash, so feeling pretty good? Get started on your letters, and react to the future destruction of all that glorious sugar.))]]> <![CDATA[fine lines ~ Gareth]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=1090 Mon, 01 Jun 2026 19:10:29 +0000 Maevie Golding]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=1090 Monday, 8 January 1923
9:50am, after Potions

She was sure she had seen right. Just when Professor Crook had had his back turned, explaining something about potion viscosity, the row before hers had exchanged sweets. One swift movement, easily missed but she had seen.

And now she needed to check.

It had gotten increasingly harder, knowing who was on their side and who wasn’t. Who might be snitching. She had fallen victim to that herself, the first day after Christmas break, unexpecting. The searches had been going since mid December already but she had always gotten lucky, sneaking past or having nothing on her in that moment. Not even her stash in her dorm had been found.

Confiding into someone she’d thought a friend had been what’d eventually cost her half a box of Starshards, opened and shared on the train ride to Hogwarts. Thankfully the only thing stuffed into her cloak pocket when a professor had pulled her aside, patting her down.

Not before Maevie had spotted a pointed finger through the crowd however, straight at her.

Save to say, Maevie hadn’t openly shared her sweets since then, not with anyone she wasn't sure about. She wasn't sure about Gareth but she also wasn't planning on telling him all her secrets either. She'd long stopped carrying candy with her through the castle, there was nothing to worry about. She just needed to find out whether her suspicions were correct.

Pushing her way through the strong of students leaving the classroom, Maevie caught up from behind. “Hi, Gareth!”, she greeted brightly, adjusting her bag’s strap over her shoulder. “Fun lesson, huh?”

Locks bouncing, she cast a quick glance around before lowering her voice and leaning in slightly. “Are you trading?” she asked inconspicuously, searching his face for clues. "I saw you during class."]]> Monday, 8 January 1923
9:50am, after Potions

She was sure she had seen right. Just when Professor Crook had had his back turned, explaining something about potion viscosity, the row before hers had exchanged sweets. One swift movement, easily missed but she had seen.

And now she needed to check.

It had gotten increasingly harder, knowing who was on their side and who wasn’t. Who might be snitching. She had fallen victim to that herself, the first day after Christmas break, unexpecting. The searches had been going since mid December already but she had always gotten lucky, sneaking past or having nothing on her in that moment. Not even her stash in her dorm had been found.

Confiding into someone she’d thought a friend had been what’d eventually cost her half a box of Starshards, opened and shared on the train ride to Hogwarts. Thankfully the only thing stuffed into her cloak pocket when a professor had pulled her aside, patting her down.

Not before Maevie had spotted a pointed finger through the crowd however, straight at her.

Save to say, Maevie hadn’t openly shared her sweets since then, not with anyone she wasn't sure about. She wasn't sure about Gareth but she also wasn't planning on telling him all her secrets either. She'd long stopped carrying candy with her through the castle, there was nothing to worry about. She just needed to find out whether her suspicions were correct.

Pushing her way through the strong of students leaving the classroom, Maevie caught up from behind. “Hi, Gareth!”, she greeted brightly, adjusting her bag’s strap over her shoulder. “Fun lesson, huh?”

Locks bouncing, she cast a quick glance around before lowering her voice and leaning in slightly. “Are you trading?” she asked inconspicuously, searching his face for clues. "I saw you during class."]]> <![CDATA[I Swear... It's Just A Cake :: Benji]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=1065 Fri, 22 May 2026 01:59:36 +0000 Matilda Nordstrom]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=1065
31 October 1922
Tuesday 8:00pm
Medovik Cake




This was stupid.

Why was she even attempting this?

It wasn’t going to turn out. It would be chewy and disgusting. She’d make a fool out of herself.

“Ugh!”

Matilda had taken over a small work station and range, the elves being accommodating as always. But today wasn’t her normal baking. No muffins or cookies in sight. While on a rather boring library shift, Matilda searched through multiple recipe books for just the right dessert.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. A nice gesture for someone who was far away from home. She argued with herself for days, second guessing her idea. Even going so far as to toss the piece of paper with the recipe.

Then she took it out of the trash and walked with purpose to the kitchens.

Tomorrow was Serik’s birthday. Drago had mentioned it in passing a week ago, planting the seed. Then, as Tilly was known to do, she made the decision to go far beyond what would be considered normal.

Normal would have been a nice card and a small gift. Or getting the elves to make him a cupcake. Insane was spending hours looking for a recipe that takes hours to make and then 12 to 24 hours to cool. Insane was cooking a birthday cake for someone she barely knew. Insane was making this difficult cake for the brother of her… nope, still not sure what to label this circus.

Yep. Insane.

Matilda was forty minutes into the cake when the door opened. Benji walked in, towering over her after sprouting five feet in a year. Probably not five feet but the change was dramatic. “Well hello Benji Rachelle, what brings you to the kitchen today?”

Her bet was snacks. It took a lot of calories to keep him going.

Wearing her favorite green apron, Tilly's workstation was neat, clean and covered in ingredients that were not her typical. It dawned on her that she would have to tell him what she was doing. And why. After their initial meeting on the train their first year, she found it very difficult to lie to her best friend.

Shit… This was going to be embarrassing.]]>
31 October 1922
Tuesday 8:00pm
Medovik Cake




This was stupid.

Why was she even attempting this?

It wasn’t going to turn out. It would be chewy and disgusting. She’d make a fool out of herself.

“Ugh!”

Matilda had taken over a small work station and range, the elves being accommodating as always. But today wasn’t her normal baking. No muffins or cookies in sight. While on a rather boring library shift, Matilda searched through multiple recipe books for just the right dessert.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. A nice gesture for someone who was far away from home. She argued with herself for days, second guessing her idea. Even going so far as to toss the piece of paper with the recipe.

Then she took it out of the trash and walked with purpose to the kitchens.

Tomorrow was Serik’s birthday. Drago had mentioned it in passing a week ago, planting the seed. Then, as Tilly was known to do, she made the decision to go far beyond what would be considered normal.

Normal would have been a nice card and a small gift. Or getting the elves to make him a cupcake. Insane was spending hours looking for a recipe that takes hours to make and then 12 to 24 hours to cool. Insane was cooking a birthday cake for someone she barely knew. Insane was making this difficult cake for the brother of her… nope, still not sure what to label this circus.

Yep. Insane.

Matilda was forty minutes into the cake when the door opened. Benji walked in, towering over her after sprouting five feet in a year. Probably not five feet but the change was dramatic. “Well hello Benji Rachelle, what brings you to the kitchen today?”

Her bet was snacks. It took a lot of calories to keep him going.

Wearing her favorite green apron, Tilly's workstation was neat, clean and covered in ingredients that were not her typical. It dawned on her that she would have to tell him what she was doing. And why. After their initial meeting on the train their first year, she found it very difficult to lie to her best friend.

Shit… This was going to be embarrassing.]]>