https://staging.knockturnbound.net/ Sun, 02 Aug 2026 22:22:42 +0000 MyBB https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=794 Tue, 23 Dec 2025 10:54:40 +0000 Ellen Graymere]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=794 September 1st, 1921.

A compartment in the Hogwarts Express.

Summer had been an odd thing.

The obvious aside; the utterly nasty events of the school year, her row with Ruth-- the whole three months of summer holidays had sat strangely on her. Not unpleasant. Just… mis-set, like a picture hung a fraction crooked. Not just because of what had happened at school, but at home, too. Things had changed. Not for the better, nor the worse, but in a sickly profound way. It was William. He’d finished at Hogwarts, and that changed the shape of everything. He was no longer simply her brother, always a year ahead of her, the familiar presence she could measure her days against. He was done with it.

It was like removing a load-bearing beam. Everything still stood, of course, but the weight redistributed. Even with him at home, his place had shifted. The adults spoke to him differently. Plans were made with his name in them. Even when he was right there in the house, right in front of her, he already felt half a step into the world beyond it. And Ellen—Ellen was simply the one still at school. With two more years to catch up.

But it was not solely that which gripped her. She understood endings; she had always understood them, and her brother finishing Hogwarts was natural. Inevitable. And yet, inevitability did not make the absence smaller. Or the sudden sinking.. loneliness.

There had been a certain comfort, something steady, in William’s presence throughout her years at Hogwarts, and only now, having boarded the train without him, sitting here in this compartment as the train rushed onward to her fifth year, did she realise how much she had relied on it. He had always been the one to fall back on; the person to sit with if nothing else presented itself.

And with that gone, she was left with one very uncomfortable thought: she was not sure if she had friends. True friends. To just sit with, if she so wanted. To be sat with. Among other things. Ruth, perhaps? Though at present, that connection seemed strained. The same for Lissa Garver.

It was a rather pitiful thought, one she'd never thought of regarding herself. Sure, she knew people, there was Benji, Alice, and.. and..

Well, she knew people, and that mattered. It did. It had to.

.. ugh. How utterly melancholy. Ellen shook her head to herself, and picked up the glossy society magazine in her lap again—Tatler—turning the page with more care than it deserved.]]> September 1st, 1921.

A compartment in the Hogwarts Express.

Summer had been an odd thing.

The obvious aside; the utterly nasty events of the school year, her row with Ruth-- the whole three months of summer holidays had sat strangely on her. Not unpleasant. Just… mis-set, like a picture hung a fraction crooked. Not just because of what had happened at school, but at home, too. Things had changed. Not for the better, nor the worse, but in a sickly profound way. It was William. He’d finished at Hogwarts, and that changed the shape of everything. He was no longer simply her brother, always a year ahead of her, the familiar presence she could measure her days against. He was done with it.

It was like removing a load-bearing beam. Everything still stood, of course, but the weight redistributed. Even with him at home, his place had shifted. The adults spoke to him differently. Plans were made with his name in them. Even when he was right there in the house, right in front of her, he already felt half a step into the world beyond it. And Ellen—Ellen was simply the one still at school. With two more years to catch up.

But it was not solely that which gripped her. She understood endings; she had always understood them, and her brother finishing Hogwarts was natural. Inevitable. And yet, inevitability did not make the absence smaller. Or the sudden sinking.. loneliness.

There had been a certain comfort, something steady, in William’s presence throughout her years at Hogwarts, and only now, having boarded the train without him, sitting here in this compartment as the train rushed onward to her fifth year, did she realise how much she had relied on it. He had always been the one to fall back on; the person to sit with if nothing else presented itself.

And with that gone, she was left with one very uncomfortable thought: she was not sure if she had friends. True friends. To just sit with, if she so wanted. To be sat with. Among other things. Ruth, perhaps? Though at present, that connection seemed strained. The same for Lissa Garver.

It was a rather pitiful thought, one she'd never thought of regarding herself. Sure, she knew people, there was Benji, Alice, and.. and..

Well, she knew people, and that mattered. It did. It had to.

.. ugh. How utterly melancholy. Ellen shook her head to herself, and picked up the glossy society magazine in her lap again—Tatler—turning the page with more care than it deserved.]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=792 Fri, 19 Dec 2025 21:34:07 +0000 Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=792 September 1st 1921
As the train is pulling out of the station
Summer had been alot.

What he expected to be a boring summer helping out in the Hospital his mother worked out in Belfast had been anything but. The Irish War for Independence, an independence he didn’t support, had come too close to home. The skirmishes had resulted in multiple injured coming into the hospital from both sides. The hospital was a neutral ground of sorts where as he fetched things the healers needed he heard all sorts of things. Things that caused him to ask questions that combined with the fact Belfast was seeming less and less safe by the day had his mother send him way.

At first he ended up in the summer camp in August. The catch was when the summer camp closed and the only other option was his mother’s parents who lived above their clock repair shop in Knockturn Alley. His father’s family in a surprise to his mother had taken up the fight for independence making his mother more wary of them than the idea of Bear again being in Knockturn Alley.

As for his opinion. He wished he could just have skipped the summer camp and hung out in Knockturn Alley as everything was so much more interesting there. Even if in the time he spent at his grandparents clock shop he realized as much as he was interested in clocks it wasn’t where he wanted to be headed. A shock to him as he thought all his other relatives who hadn’t taken opportunities at the shop after they graduated at Hogwarts were fools.

As he heard the compartment door open as the train pulled out of the station he was more than happy for the distraction. With a smile he said “ Plenty of room if you brought snacks. “

It went unsaid he was alone in a compartment so there was plenty of room if the person hadn’t brought snacks for him either. He was just hoping for snacks. As the reality was he didn't have any packed as business was slow so his grandmother only packed him a boring sandwich for the train ride.]]> September 1st 1921
As the train is pulling out of the station
Summer had been alot.

What he expected to be a boring summer helping out in the Hospital his mother worked out in Belfast had been anything but. The Irish War for Independence, an independence he didn’t support, had come too close to home. The skirmishes had resulted in multiple injured coming into the hospital from both sides. The hospital was a neutral ground of sorts where as he fetched things the healers needed he heard all sorts of things. Things that caused him to ask questions that combined with the fact Belfast was seeming less and less safe by the day had his mother send him way.

At first he ended up in the summer camp in August. The catch was when the summer camp closed and the only other option was his mother’s parents who lived above their clock repair shop in Knockturn Alley. His father’s family in a surprise to his mother had taken up the fight for independence making his mother more wary of them than the idea of Bear again being in Knockturn Alley.

As for his opinion. He wished he could just have skipped the summer camp and hung out in Knockturn Alley as everything was so much more interesting there. Even if in the time he spent at his grandparents clock shop he realized as much as he was interested in clocks it wasn’t where he wanted to be headed. A shock to him as he thought all his other relatives who hadn’t taken opportunities at the shop after they graduated at Hogwarts were fools.

As he heard the compartment door open as the train pulled out of the station he was more than happy for the distraction. With a smile he said “ Plenty of room if you brought snacks. “

It went unsaid he was alone in a compartment so there was plenty of room if the person hadn’t brought snacks for him either. He was just hoping for snacks. As the reality was he didn't have any packed as business was slow so his grandmother only packed him a boring sandwich for the train ride.]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=408 Sun, 31 Aug 2025 03:17:36 +0000 Elias Everett]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=408 Hogwarts Express stood gleaming red against Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, steam hissing from beneath its belly. Elias clutched his trunk handle, staring up at the enormous locomotor-engine. It was actually happening.

"Elias, stand still," Mum said crisply, straightening his collar with practiced precision. Her emerald robes were perfectly pressed, not a hair out of place despite the platform chaos. "Remember what I taught you about proper deportment. First impressions matter at Hogwarts."

"Oh, Renae, he'll be fine," Dad said, patting down his pockets with a distracted frown. "Just like when I started at Hogwarts. Course, that was years ago, and I spent most of first year lost in the dungeons..."

"Edmund, you're not helping," Mum sighed.

"I don't want to be here," Edith announced, scowling at everyone around them. "It smells like coal and people are being loud and I want to go home."

"We'll be gone soon, darling," Mum said, though her tone suggested she was losing patience with all of them.

Elias glanced around hopefully, but Eamon was nowhere near them. He spotted his brother further down the platform, ignoring their entire family while talking to older students. His chest felt tight. Every holiday, Eamon came home with pockets full of incredible sweets. Now Elias would finally see where they came from.

The train whistle shrieked. Families began their final goodbyes.

"Write every week," Mum commanded, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "And remember - a Rosemont never slouches."

Dad grabbed him in a bear hug that smelled of metal polish and magic. "Have adventures, son. Just... try not to get into too much trouble."

After wrestling his trunk aboard, Elias started down the narrow corridor. The compartments were filling up fast. He peeked into a few, but they all seemed to have established groups already.

Finally, he found one near the middle of the train with just two other boys who looked about his age. One had curly brown hair and was protectively clutching a small potted plant, while the other had a thick London accent and wore clothes that were clearly Muggle-made.

"Mind if I sit?" Elias asked.

Both boys nodded and shifted to make room. Elias wrestled his trunk into the overhead rack, then settled by the window. The train gave a great lurch and started moving with a hiss of steam.

Outside, the platform began sliding away. He could see his family through the glass - Mum standing perfectly straight with her hand pressed to her chest, Dad waving hard while Edith had finally perked up and was jumping to see over the crowd. They looked so small suddenly, getting smaller by the second.

His chest felt tight. He was really leaving. Really going to Hogwarts, like Eamon, like all the Everett's and Rosemont's before him. But also really leaving everything familiar behind.

The platform curved out of sight. His family was gone.

After what felt like ages but was probably only twenty minutes, he started getting fidgety. His mouth watered slightly thinking about food. He'd been too nervous to eat much breakfast, and all the excitement was catching up with him.

Every holiday, Eamon came home from school with his pockets full of sweets. Chocolate Frogs, Fizzing Whizzbees, Bertie Bott's beans in all the mad flavors. Most of them you could get at any sweet shop in Diagon Alley, but sometimes Eamon had Pepper Imps - the ones that made you breathe smoke for hours. Old Mr. Flume at the sweet shop refused to stock them, said the smoke made customers cough and drove away business. Where did Eamon get the money for all that?

He squirmed in his seat, imagining what it would be like to finally try a Pepper Imp. Would the smoke really pour out of his nose like Eamon claimed? Would it tickle, or burn, or taste like actual pepper? He couldn't stop his fingers from tapping against the glass.

He couldn't sit still any longer.

The other two boys were deep in conversation. Perfect. Elias quietly stood up and slipped toward the compartment door. No one seemed to notice.

The corridor outside was busier than expected. Elias started toward the front of the train, but had to squeeze past a group of older girls blocking half the passage. He nearly tripped over someone's trunk.

The heavy door between carriages was harder to open than it looked. When he finally got it, the noise and wind from the train coupling made him jump. The floor lurched under his feet and he grabbed for the handrail.

In the next carriage, he tried to duck around a tall student carrying a massive owl cage. The owl inside fixed him with one yellow eye, then struck out through the bars. Its beak caught his ear with a sharp pinch.

"Ow!" He stumbled backward, bumping into someone. "Sorry, didn't mean to—"

The older student just shook his head and moved on. Elias rubbed his stinging ear and hurried ahead before anyone else could tell him off. Typical.

But still no sign of any food. He was getting properly hungry now.

Maybe the other direction?]]> Hogwarts Express stood gleaming red against Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, steam hissing from beneath its belly. Elias clutched his trunk handle, staring up at the enormous locomotor-engine. It was actually happening.

"Elias, stand still," Mum said crisply, straightening his collar with practiced precision. Her emerald robes were perfectly pressed, not a hair out of place despite the platform chaos. "Remember what I taught you about proper deportment. First impressions matter at Hogwarts."

"Oh, Renae, he'll be fine," Dad said, patting down his pockets with a distracted frown. "Just like when I started at Hogwarts. Course, that was years ago, and I spent most of first year lost in the dungeons..."

"Edmund, you're not helping," Mum sighed.

"I don't want to be here," Edith announced, scowling at everyone around them. "It smells like coal and people are being loud and I want to go home."

"We'll be gone soon, darling," Mum said, though her tone suggested she was losing patience with all of them.

Elias glanced around hopefully, but Eamon was nowhere near them. He spotted his brother further down the platform, ignoring their entire family while talking to older students. His chest felt tight. Every holiday, Eamon came home with pockets full of incredible sweets. Now Elias would finally see where they came from.

The train whistle shrieked. Families began their final goodbyes.

"Write every week," Mum commanded, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "And remember - a Rosemont never slouches."

Dad grabbed him in a bear hug that smelled of metal polish and magic. "Have adventures, son. Just... try not to get into too much trouble."

After wrestling his trunk aboard, Elias started down the narrow corridor. The compartments were filling up fast. He peeked into a few, but they all seemed to have established groups already.

Finally, he found one near the middle of the train with just two other boys who looked about his age. One had curly brown hair and was protectively clutching a small potted plant, while the other had a thick London accent and wore clothes that were clearly Muggle-made.

"Mind if I sit?" Elias asked.

Both boys nodded and shifted to make room. Elias wrestled his trunk into the overhead rack, then settled by the window. The train gave a great lurch and started moving with a hiss of steam.

Outside, the platform began sliding away. He could see his family through the glass - Mum standing perfectly straight with her hand pressed to her chest, Dad waving hard while Edith had finally perked up and was jumping to see over the crowd. They looked so small suddenly, getting smaller by the second.

His chest felt tight. He was really leaving. Really going to Hogwarts, like Eamon, like all the Everett's and Rosemont's before him. But also really leaving everything familiar behind.

The platform curved out of sight. His family was gone.

After what felt like ages but was probably only twenty minutes, he started getting fidgety. His mouth watered slightly thinking about food. He'd been too nervous to eat much breakfast, and all the excitement was catching up with him.

Every holiday, Eamon came home from school with his pockets full of sweets. Chocolate Frogs, Fizzing Whizzbees, Bertie Bott's beans in all the mad flavors. Most of them you could get at any sweet shop in Diagon Alley, but sometimes Eamon had Pepper Imps - the ones that made you breathe smoke for hours. Old Mr. Flume at the sweet shop refused to stock them, said the smoke made customers cough and drove away business. Where did Eamon get the money for all that?

He squirmed in his seat, imagining what it would be like to finally try a Pepper Imp. Would the smoke really pour out of his nose like Eamon claimed? Would it tickle, or burn, or taste like actual pepper? He couldn't stop his fingers from tapping against the glass.

He couldn't sit still any longer.

The other two boys were deep in conversation. Perfect. Elias quietly stood up and slipped toward the compartment door. No one seemed to notice.

The corridor outside was busier than expected. Elias started toward the front of the train, but had to squeeze past a group of older girls blocking half the passage. He nearly tripped over someone's trunk.

The heavy door between carriages was harder to open than it looked. When he finally got it, the noise and wind from the train coupling made him jump. The floor lurched under his feet and he grabbed for the handrail.

In the next carriage, he tried to duck around a tall student carrying a massive owl cage. The owl inside fixed him with one yellow eye, then struck out through the bars. Its beak caught his ear with a sharp pinch.

"Ow!" He stumbled backward, bumping into someone. "Sorry, didn't mean to—"

The older student just shook his head and moved on. Elias rubbed his stinging ear and hurried ahead before anyone else could tell him off. Typical.

But still no sign of any food. He was getting properly hungry now.

Maybe the other direction?]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=401 Fri, 29 Aug 2025 19:02:48 +0000 Tulip Asquith]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=401
It was always the same, an absolute bloody knightmare. Papa had as usual ignored everything and gone off to work. Mater had miraculously gotten over her headache, and had spent all morning lamenting about how her girls were growing up and leaving her once again, how she would miss them, how they never had enough time. A row had started shortly after this when Rose had pointed out that if she was worried about them she wouldn't have shipped them off to camp. Mater had stormed off shortly after allowing the grisl to eat breakfast in peace. Rose could be an absolute bitch but it really was highly effective in keeping the younger girls out of the worst of their mothers behaviour.

Of course that sisterly camaraderie was gone the minute they boarded the train, Rose had made it very clear that she was disowning the three of them, and vanished down the carriage. Tulip almost smiled she expected nothing less, this was standard Rose she'd done this every year for the last 4 years. Tulip looked out of the window seeing Mater limply waving a hankie, she looked at her remaining sisters wondering who was going to end up with Poppy, but Poppy had already vanished into one of the other Carriages. "Oh Bugger, if Mater finds out we've lost her... I'm sure she'll be fine." she said to her sister Briar, who just shrugged.

Tulip had decided there and then it was all Rose's fault she was after all the eldest. She shook her head, and headed off towards the 4th Years carriage, back to her friends. as she reached the door she relaised Brair was still following her, "What? why are you following me, shoo! go find your creepy little Ravenclaw friends and torture spiders or whatever you freaks do." she said shooing her sister back down the carriage.

Tulip flung herself down in the nearest seat, "Hello my dears, back off to our place of incarceration" she joked, "so I heard a rumour that they are swapping half our classes this year for things they teach in muggle schools!"]]>
It was always the same, an absolute bloody knightmare. Papa had as usual ignored everything and gone off to work. Mater had miraculously gotten over her headache, and had spent all morning lamenting about how her girls were growing up and leaving her once again, how she would miss them, how they never had enough time. A row had started shortly after this when Rose had pointed out that if she was worried about them she wouldn't have shipped them off to camp. Mater had stormed off shortly after allowing the grisl to eat breakfast in peace. Rose could be an absolute bitch but it really was highly effective in keeping the younger girls out of the worst of their mothers behaviour.

Of course that sisterly camaraderie was gone the minute they boarded the train, Rose had made it very clear that she was disowning the three of them, and vanished down the carriage. Tulip almost smiled she expected nothing less, this was standard Rose she'd done this every year for the last 4 years. Tulip looked out of the window seeing Mater limply waving a hankie, she looked at her remaining sisters wondering who was going to end up with Poppy, but Poppy had already vanished into one of the other Carriages. "Oh Bugger, if Mater finds out we've lost her... I'm sure she'll be fine." she said to her sister Briar, who just shrugged.

Tulip had decided there and then it was all Rose's fault she was after all the eldest. She shook her head, and headed off towards the 4th Years carriage, back to her friends. as she reached the door she relaised Brair was still following her, "What? why are you following me, shoo! go find your creepy little Ravenclaw friends and torture spiders or whatever you freaks do." she said shooing her sister back down the carriage.

Tulip flung herself down in the nearest seat, "Hello my dears, back off to our place of incarceration" she joked, "so I heard a rumour that they are swapping half our classes this year for things they teach in muggle schools!"]]>