<![CDATA[Knockturn Bound - The Carnival of 1921]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/ Sun, 02 Aug 2026 00:15:59 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Site Plot: The Kidnapping | Open to All]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=599 Mon, 20 Oct 2025 13:27:36 +0000 The Narrator]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=599
Everywhere one looked, students were coupling off, hands entwined as they took in the sights, sounds and smells. Everything sparkled. Everything shone. And yet, beneath the glow, something in the air had changed. Too still between the songs, too heavy beneath the laughter. The carnival goers had been sure that the night would taper off as peacefully and full of fun as the day had began.

They were wrong.

The padded gates of the creature paddock tore open, metal shrieking, ropes snapping, and a scatter of creatures burst into the midway. Sleek shadows, feathered shapes, a tumble of hooves and startled cries. Stalls emptied as students dove from the path; vendors and professors tried to herd the beasts back, and the crowd's gaze bent toward the commotion like moths to a flame. For an instant every head turned away from the center of the carnival.

It was the distraction the night needed.

The music didn't stop right away. It stumbled, and then faltered, the musicians sensing something sinister before anyone else did. The air changed, stiller than it had been just a few moments before, the colors of the carnival suddenly blending together before each person's eyes in a blinding smear.

A harsh wind suddenly exploded through the grounds, whipping the tops of the tents and sending snacks and prizes flying in every direction. A pulse of what seemed to be swirling black smoke burst through the midway, twisting through the lights as if drawn by the magic itself. It swallowed the laughter in an instant, devouring sound and sight and leaving only the screams of those who hadn’t been caught in it, before it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

When the air cleared, a handful of students were...gone. No trail, no echo, only a faint ozone tang, and a voice that amplified across the grounds for everyone to hear.

"I have three." The voice rasped lowly, a slight giggle in the his inflection.

"All you've done has been in vain. All your efforts, all your 'triumphs'," another chuckle, "Only to realize we've been here all along."

Confusion would come over the crowd as they tried to understand what the voice meant, what he referred to.

"The Ministry will release Halloway within two hours. Deliver him to the Dark Tower. Ten minutes to acknowledge my demands. Otherwise what has been taken, will not be recognizable when you bury it."

Faint screams suddenly sounded from the Dark Tower, before fading out and leaving the carnival grounds in stunned silence.


Welcome to the big site plot of the 1920-1921 school year.

This thread is open to all carnival-goers. You can find additional threads regarding this event in the Great Hall and The Dark Tower.]]>
Everywhere one looked, students were coupling off, hands entwined as they took in the sights, sounds and smells. Everything sparkled. Everything shone. And yet, beneath the glow, something in the air had changed. Too still between the songs, too heavy beneath the laughter. The carnival goers had been sure that the night would taper off as peacefully and full of fun as the day had began.

They were wrong.

The padded gates of the creature paddock tore open, metal shrieking, ropes snapping, and a scatter of creatures burst into the midway. Sleek shadows, feathered shapes, a tumble of hooves and startled cries. Stalls emptied as students dove from the path; vendors and professors tried to herd the beasts back, and the crowd's gaze bent toward the commotion like moths to a flame. For an instant every head turned away from the center of the carnival.

It was the distraction the night needed.

The music didn't stop right away. It stumbled, and then faltered, the musicians sensing something sinister before anyone else did. The air changed, stiller than it had been just a few moments before, the colors of the carnival suddenly blending together before each person's eyes in a blinding smear.

A harsh wind suddenly exploded through the grounds, whipping the tops of the tents and sending snacks and prizes flying in every direction. A pulse of what seemed to be swirling black smoke burst through the midway, twisting through the lights as if drawn by the magic itself. It swallowed the laughter in an instant, devouring sound and sight and leaving only the screams of those who hadn’t been caught in it, before it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

When the air cleared, a handful of students were...gone. No trail, no echo, only a faint ozone tang, and a voice that amplified across the grounds for everyone to hear.

"I have three." The voice rasped lowly, a slight giggle in the his inflection.

"All you've done has been in vain. All your efforts, all your 'triumphs'," another chuckle, "Only to realize we've been here all along."

Confusion would come over the crowd as they tried to understand what the voice meant, what he referred to.

"The Ministry will release Halloway within two hours. Deliver him to the Dark Tower. Ten minutes to acknowledge my demands. Otherwise what has been taken, will not be recognizable when you bury it."

Faint screams suddenly sounded from the Dark Tower, before fading out and leaving the carnival grounds in stunned silence.


Welcome to the big site plot of the 1920-1921 school year.

This thread is open to all carnival-goers. You can find additional threads regarding this event in the Great Hall and The Dark Tower.]]> <![CDATA[Fortune Telling | Matilda]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=598 Sun, 19 Oct 2025 22:58:01 +0000 Ruby Haswell]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=598
The sight, honestly, brought a smile to the woman’s face.

She may as well see what everyone was doing. From a distance she could see the Deputy at the dunk tank, soaking wet from just being freshly dunked in the water. She laughed, and continued down the walkway, her eyes scanning the area to ensure everyone was having a great time. And, most importantly, be safe.

“What… is this…?” Ruby said softly under her breath as she approached the red and white tent. A familiar redhead sat at a table. Fortune Telling?

“Okay, Miss Nordstrom, I will bite,” she said and sat down. She looked at the cards and pointed at the one on the far right. “This one,” she said, tapping it.]]>
The sight, honestly, brought a smile to the woman’s face.

She may as well see what everyone was doing. From a distance she could see the Deputy at the dunk tank, soaking wet from just being freshly dunked in the water. She laughed, and continued down the walkway, her eyes scanning the area to ensure everyone was having a great time. And, most importantly, be safe.

“What… is this…?” Ruby said softly under her breath as she approached the red and white tent. A familiar redhead sat at a table. Fortune Telling?

“Okay, Miss Nordstrom, I will bite,” she said and sat down. She looked at the cards and pointed at the one on the far right. “This one,” she said, tapping it.]]> <![CDATA[Taking the Plunge :: OPEN]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=591 Fri, 17 Oct 2025 03:05:06 +0000 Gideon Blackwood]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=591
And now this. How in the hell had he gotten to this exact spot at this exact moment.

Gideon had woken up and decided to forgo the more tailored suit, vest, shirt and jacket. No, today he was going casual. Basic grey pinstripe pants, white undershirt, over it a white dress shirt with the sleeves folded up to his elbows, suspenders and currently no shoes or socks. His tattoo on full display, unusual smile on his face and the occasional playful cat call at a student. This was not the Gideon most people saw. EVER.

Sitting on the hard wooden bench above the cool tank of water, yelling at the students that dare to dunk him in the dunk tank. Sure, some had gotten in a good shot, most missed by a mile, but all were having a blast.

“Come on! You can do better than that! My Granny can toss a ball better in her sleep!” He yelled at a fifth year Gryffindor who was laughing right along with him. The poor kid had tried three times, all missed. “Go practice, I’m sure you’ll do better next year!”

Adjusting himself on the seat, Gideon ran his fingers through his wet hair, pushing it off his face. He had unfortunately taken a few trips into the tank. Thoroughly soaked through, water dripping off the end of his hair, he had to admit, he was having way more fun than he would have ever thought. As the next person stepped up to the plate, he smiled.

“Look, I know it’s hard, but if you miss I promise not to tell anyone. Maybe. Never mind, I’ll pass out flyers. DO YOUR WORST!”]]>
And now this. How in the hell had he gotten to this exact spot at this exact moment.

Gideon had woken up and decided to forgo the more tailored suit, vest, shirt and jacket. No, today he was going casual. Basic grey pinstripe pants, white undershirt, over it a white dress shirt with the sleeves folded up to his elbows, suspenders and currently no shoes or socks. His tattoo on full display, unusual smile on his face and the occasional playful cat call at a student. This was not the Gideon most people saw. EVER.

Sitting on the hard wooden bench above the cool tank of water, yelling at the students that dare to dunk him in the dunk tank. Sure, some had gotten in a good shot, most missed by a mile, but all were having a blast.

“Come on! You can do better than that! My Granny can toss a ball better in her sleep!” He yelled at a fifth year Gryffindor who was laughing right along with him. The poor kid had tried three times, all missed. “Go practice, I’m sure you’ll do better next year!”

Adjusting himself on the seat, Gideon ran his fingers through his wet hair, pushing it off his face. He had unfortunately taken a few trips into the tank. Thoroughly soaked through, water dripping off the end of his hair, he had to admit, he was having way more fun than he would have ever thought. As the next person stepped up to the plate, he smiled.

“Look, I know it’s hard, but if you miss I promise not to tell anyone. Maybe. Never mind, I’ll pass out flyers. DO YOUR WORST!”]]> <![CDATA[Ride of Die: Carnival Edition :: OPEN]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=590 Fri, 17 Oct 2025 02:43:04 +0000 Everleigh Ravenstone]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=590
Everleigh had a smile on her face. An ACTUAL smile, and it wasn’t a fake one that her mother told her to plaster on while greeting friends. A rare sight indeed. Lemonade in one hand, fudge in the other, she skipped around the grounds looking at all the sites. There was a line at the fortune teller booth, so that would come later. She knew it was her cousin giving the fortunes and that they were FOR SURE fake. Tilly had zero seer ability, so it was hilarious to think what she was telling people.

The animals were fun, she would have to visit those soon, but they didn’t have the same pull as the rides. Filling up on yummy treats, then riding rides was probably not the smartest move for the young Ravenclaw, but… live and learn.

Walking through the rides area, Everleigh made mental notes on the rides she wanted to ride. After walking through the area, she decided on all of them. Letting loose, having fun, laughing and enjoying the fun was SO not like her. Usually the buttoned up, serious, academic type. Letting it all go to just be a kid was more difficult than it should be.

Finally deciding on the Tunnel of Curiosities, Everleigh waited in line for someone to join her. Hopefully there were a few more students ready for some fun!]]>
Everleigh had a smile on her face. An ACTUAL smile, and it wasn’t a fake one that her mother told her to plaster on while greeting friends. A rare sight indeed. Lemonade in one hand, fudge in the other, she skipped around the grounds looking at all the sites. There was a line at the fortune teller booth, so that would come later. She knew it was her cousin giving the fortunes and that they were FOR SURE fake. Tilly had zero seer ability, so it was hilarious to think what she was telling people.

The animals were fun, she would have to visit those soon, but they didn’t have the same pull as the rides. Filling up on yummy treats, then riding rides was probably not the smartest move for the young Ravenclaw, but… live and learn.

Walking through the rides area, Everleigh made mental notes on the rides she wanted to ride. After walking through the area, she decided on all of them. Letting loose, having fun, laughing and enjoying the fun was SO not like her. Usually the buttoned up, serious, academic type. Letting it all go to just be a kid was more difficult than it should be.

Finally deciding on the Tunnel of Curiosities, Everleigh waited in line for someone to join her. Hopefully there were a few more students ready for some fun!]]> <![CDATA[The First Date-ish | Rossian]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=578 Thu, 16 Oct 2025 15:58:37 +0000 Rosalie McCormick]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=578 4:00 PM
"You've never taken me on a date before, Cassian Thomas."

Her voice was sweet and cheerful, but full of all the scolding a sixteen-year-old boy could expect from the girl he'd been dating for nearly two years, and still hadn't taken out for a night of fun. She had thrown her hair back into a french braid, mostly due to the smell of popcorn and candy apples still lingering in it, and had met the Ravenclaw in the middle of all the action. "It's almost like you don't like me." She pouted her lips as her hand slipped into his, her eyes sparkling with the playfulness that betrayed her real feelings.

They'd finally been relieved of their duties - allowed to go and enjoy the fair like anyone else, and there was plenty she wanted to do. Rosalie had every intention of dragging her boyfriend on every ride, eating all the treats they could muster, winning every stuffed animal possible, and then letting him dance the night away with her to the sounds of the jazz band.

It all felt so magical and exciting, and she wasn't willing to waste another second. "Okay what first? The swinging boats, or seeing how much blueberry pie we can eat between the both of us?" She smiled brightly at him, tugging him by his hand, already knowing exactly where they were going.

She plopped him down quickly onto one of the seats of the swinging boat and latched them both. With a little wiggle of her shoulders, she squealed quietly with anticipation. It looked like it went fairly high, and with any luck, it'd give a similar adrenaline rush to jumping off a six story roof with nothing but a broom to catch them.]]> 4:00 PM
"You've never taken me on a date before, Cassian Thomas."

Her voice was sweet and cheerful, but full of all the scolding a sixteen-year-old boy could expect from the girl he'd been dating for nearly two years, and still hadn't taken out for a night of fun. She had thrown her hair back into a french braid, mostly due to the smell of popcorn and candy apples still lingering in it, and had met the Ravenclaw in the middle of all the action. "It's almost like you don't like me." She pouted her lips as her hand slipped into his, her eyes sparkling with the playfulness that betrayed her real feelings.

They'd finally been relieved of their duties - allowed to go and enjoy the fair like anyone else, and there was plenty she wanted to do. Rosalie had every intention of dragging her boyfriend on every ride, eating all the treats they could muster, winning every stuffed animal possible, and then letting him dance the night away with her to the sounds of the jazz band.

It all felt so magical and exciting, and she wasn't willing to waste another second. "Okay what first? The swinging boats, or seeing how much blueberry pie we can eat between the both of us?" She smiled brightly at him, tugging him by his hand, already knowing exactly where they were going.

She plopped him down quickly onto one of the seats of the swinging boat and latched them both. With a little wiggle of her shoulders, she squealed quietly with anticipation. It looked like it went fairly high, and with any luck, it'd give a similar adrenaline rush to jumping off a six story roof with nothing but a broom to catch them.]]> <![CDATA[The Fluffy Little Things || Kaede]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=577 Thu, 16 Oct 2025 15:41:23 +0000 Cassian McCormick]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=577 By the Puffskeins,
Around 1PM
Without question, Cassian had taken nose plugs before entering the puffskein pen. Call him what you'd like, but the boy preferred not having any of the creatures trying to stick their tongues up his nose for the grave crime of wanting to get a closer look at them. It had already happened to him once while completing a detention in the paddocks. It had been the most intrusive and unpleasant greeting he'd ever gotten from a creature. Just the memory was enough to make him shudder.

Generally, Cass wasn't the sort to hang around the paddocks and preferred to spend his time on stages rather than barns, but already at the carnival, there was no reason not to have a look for himself.

Besides, Kaede had wanted some company while she saw the creatures, and his ever-gracious girlfrind had volunteered him for the task. Even in the absence of truly dangerous or concerning creatures, the blue-eyed blonde was adamant she was better off being literally anywhere else.

He didn't mind, though. If his friend wanted a closer look for her latest drawing, it wouldn't cost him anything to accompany her.

"You sure you don't wanna try feeding them?" Cass asked, holding out his palm with a few of the treats he'd snatched when they entered. "Might get them to sit still for longer, help you capture the details."

As if to prove his point, one of the fluffy little guys rolled over. It came to a stop before the two, big, adorable eyes focused on the treats in Cass's hand.

"See? This one already likes us."

Or, he supposed, the treats they could offer. Same thing, really.]]> By the Puffskeins,
Around 1PM
Without question, Cassian had taken nose plugs before entering the puffskein pen. Call him what you'd like, but the boy preferred not having any of the creatures trying to stick their tongues up his nose for the grave crime of wanting to get a closer look at them. It had already happened to him once while completing a detention in the paddocks. It had been the most intrusive and unpleasant greeting he'd ever gotten from a creature. Just the memory was enough to make him shudder.

Generally, Cass wasn't the sort to hang around the paddocks and preferred to spend his time on stages rather than barns, but already at the carnival, there was no reason not to have a look for himself.

Besides, Kaede had wanted some company while she saw the creatures, and his ever-gracious girlfrind had volunteered him for the task. Even in the absence of truly dangerous or concerning creatures, the blue-eyed blonde was adamant she was better off being literally anywhere else.

He didn't mind, though. If his friend wanted a closer look for her latest drawing, it wouldn't cost him anything to accompany her.

"You sure you don't wanna try feeding them?" Cass asked, holding out his palm with a few of the treats he'd snatched when they entered. "Might get them to sit still for longer, help you capture the details."

As if to prove his point, one of the fluffy little guys rolled over. It came to a stop before the two, big, adorable eyes focused on the treats in Cass's hand.

"See? This one already likes us."

Or, he supposed, the treats they could offer. Same thing, really.]]> <![CDATA[Reading | Benji]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=571 Wed, 15 Oct 2025 22:53:13 +0000 Benji Laurence]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=571
Definitely darker in any case. The boy could barely see.

"You reading the cards with your fingers?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear wondering how in the world the girl was seeing anything, but maybe he just had poorer eyesight than she did. "I heard about that you know. Blind people are something. Read with their fingers. It'd be weird to be a wizard and blind, yeah? How would you know who or what you're casting at? Try to duel and turn someone into a rubbish bin lid."

He was rambling, as usual.

"Anyway," he said, sucking on the treat loudly. He pointed to the center card. "That one. Tell me all the good things, Ging. I'm not in the mood to be depressed."]]>
Definitely darker in any case. The boy could barely see.

"You reading the cards with your fingers?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear wondering how in the world the girl was seeing anything, but maybe he just had poorer eyesight than she did. "I heard about that you know. Blind people are something. Read with their fingers. It'd be weird to be a wizard and blind, yeah? How would you know who or what you're casting at? Try to duel and turn someone into a rubbish bin lid."

He was rambling, as usual.

"Anyway," he said, sucking on the treat loudly. He pointed to the center card. "That one. Tell me all the good things, Ging. I'm not in the mood to be depressed."]]> <![CDATA[Creature Corner]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=548 Sat, 04 Oct 2025 08:17:45 +0000 Vanishing Cabinet]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=548 [Image: 19_ChatGPTImageOct14202509_50_12PM.png]
Off to the side, down a short path, lies an area that looks more like a forest than the expected open field. A weathered wooden archway bears the words Creature Corner, and just beside it stands a neatly painted sign of rules:

RULES FOR CREATURE CORNER
  • Only feed the creatures the provided food.
  • Be respectful; you are in their space.
  • Do not touch unless instructed.
Failure to follow these rules will result in a week of nothing but sandwiches — or worse.

Once inside, a winding path leads through a series of small enclosures, each dedicated to one of the festival’s gentler creatures.

Puffskein
Closest to the entrance are the ever-popular Puffskeins, humming happily in a cozy pen. Visitors are invited to step inside and give them a gentle pat, but we recommend that you take a nose plug from the basket, just in case you’re worried about their notorious taste for bogies.

Bowtruckle
The next enclosure houses a few elusive Bowtruckles. They look exactly like twigs until they blink — or climb onto your sleeve. You may hold one if it allows it and offer it a few woodlice as a treat (you’ll need to dig them up yourself).

Flobberworms
Everyone’s favorite, or at least most motionless, creatures. Their enclosure is filled with soft soil and piles of cabbage, which you’re welcome to offer them. No one’s quite sure which end is which, but they seem content either way.

Fairies
The Fairy enclosure is alive with light laughter and shimmering wings. They are small, vain, and endlessly charming. Compliments go a long way here, as do the saucers of milk and sugary snacks left nearby.

Diricawl
These plump, downy, flightless birds waddle in circles, occasionally vanishing without warning. A quick Levioso will usually bring them back into view, although you might get caught in a game of hide and seek.

Jobberknoll
Silent and elegant, the blue-feathered Jobberknoll never utters a sound. They feed on small insects, which you may offer carefully through the bars. (Do not worry — they only scream when they die, and none will be doing that today.)

Doxies
Furthest from the path, in a cool, warded enclosure, are the Doxies. Small, sharp-toothed, and easily offended, they are best admired from a distance. They enjoy cold air and woodlice but not fingers; feed with care, or better yet, let the handlers do it.

The Prefect in charge of this area is Benji Laurence.]]> [Image: 19_ChatGPTImageOct14202509_50_12PM.png]
Off to the side, down a short path, lies an area that looks more like a forest than the expected open field. A weathered wooden archway bears the words Creature Corner, and just beside it stands a neatly painted sign of rules:

RULES FOR CREATURE CORNER
  • Only feed the creatures the provided food.
  • Be respectful; you are in their space.
  • Do not touch unless instructed.
Failure to follow these rules will result in a week of nothing but sandwiches — or worse.

Once inside, a winding path leads through a series of small enclosures, each dedicated to one of the festival’s gentler creatures.

Puffskein
Closest to the entrance are the ever-popular Puffskeins, humming happily in a cozy pen. Visitors are invited to step inside and give them a gentle pat, but we recommend that you take a nose plug from the basket, just in case you’re worried about their notorious taste for bogies.

Bowtruckle
The next enclosure houses a few elusive Bowtruckles. They look exactly like twigs until they blink — or climb onto your sleeve. You may hold one if it allows it and offer it a few woodlice as a treat (you’ll need to dig them up yourself).

Flobberworms
Everyone’s favorite, or at least most motionless, creatures. Their enclosure is filled with soft soil and piles of cabbage, which you’re welcome to offer them. No one’s quite sure which end is which, but they seem content either way.

Fairies
The Fairy enclosure is alive with light laughter and shimmering wings. They are small, vain, and endlessly charming. Compliments go a long way here, as do the saucers of milk and sugary snacks left nearby.

Diricawl
These plump, downy, flightless birds waddle in circles, occasionally vanishing without warning. A quick Levioso will usually bring them back into view, although you might get caught in a game of hide and seek.

Jobberknoll
Silent and elegant, the blue-feathered Jobberknoll never utters a sound. They feed on small insects, which you may offer carefully through the bars. (Do not worry — they only scream when they die, and none will be doing that today.)

Doxies
Furthest from the path, in a cool, warded enclosure, are the Doxies. Small, sharp-toothed, and easily offended, they are best admired from a distance. They enjoy cold air and woodlice but not fingers; feed with care, or better yet, let the handlers do it.

The Prefect in charge of this area is Benji Laurence.]]> <![CDATA[Dunk Tank]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=547 Sat, 04 Oct 2025 08:16:35 +0000 Vanishing Cabinet]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=547 [Image: 149_Dunktank.jpeg]

The Prefects spent weeks perfecting the carnival. Their work involved everything from making plans and handling staff logistics to creating menus, sourcing entertainment, and arguing over every minute detail. Put eight teenagers in a room and tell them to agree? They were lucky they came out alive. Despite the fierce interhouse fighting, the carnival was a true labor of love, and in the end, the results were spectacular.

Carnivals are inherently fun: games, rides, great food, friends, and an endless supply of delicious, unhealthy snacks. The sounds playing over the grounds were pure joy. Laughter, shouts and cheers from the games, screams from the rides, and the satisfying, intermittent splash of a professor hitting the water. It was the perfect cherry on top of a beautiful cake.

Positioned between the rides and games was quite possibly the best attraction at the carnival. A large Dunk Tank sat front and center, a small seat suspended perfectly over the waiting water. Beside the tank, a metal arm with a classic red and white bullseye beckoned students to take a shot. Much to their delight, the ones taking turns in the hot seat were the Professors and Staff from the castle. Who wouldn't jump at the chance to dunk their Herbology Professor or the Deputy Headmaster?
“STEP RIGHT UP! WHO WANTS TO TAKE A TURN?”

The Prefect in charge of this area is Cassian McCormick.]]> [Image: 149_Dunktank.jpeg]

The Prefects spent weeks perfecting the carnival. Their work involved everything from making plans and handling staff logistics to creating menus, sourcing entertainment, and arguing over every minute detail. Put eight teenagers in a room and tell them to agree? They were lucky they came out alive. Despite the fierce interhouse fighting, the carnival was a true labor of love, and in the end, the results were spectacular.

Carnivals are inherently fun: games, rides, great food, friends, and an endless supply of delicious, unhealthy snacks. The sounds playing over the grounds were pure joy. Laughter, shouts and cheers from the games, screams from the rides, and the satisfying, intermittent splash of a professor hitting the water. It was the perfect cherry on top of a beautiful cake.

Positioned between the rides and games was quite possibly the best attraction at the carnival. A large Dunk Tank sat front and center, a small seat suspended perfectly over the waiting water. Beside the tank, a metal arm with a classic red and white bullseye beckoned students to take a shot. Much to their delight, the ones taking turns in the hot seat were the Professors and Staff from the castle. Who wouldn't jump at the chance to dunk their Herbology Professor or the Deputy Headmaster?
“STEP RIGHT UP! WHO WANTS TO TAKE A TURN?”

The Prefect in charge of this area is Cassian McCormick.]]> <![CDATA[Not-Fake-Fortune-Teller]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=546 Sat, 04 Oct 2025 08:15:03 +0000 Vanishing Cabinet]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=546


Music drifted across the grounds, creating a fun, festive atmosphere for the annual Spring Carnival. Laughter, cheers, and the splashes from the dunk tank mixed with the good natured groans of the now-drenched teachers, all adding to the lively ambiance. The rides drew quite a crowd, many students having never seen anything like them before.

The sights, sounds, and smells of the carnival assaulted the senses as you walked through the grounds. Savory treats and sugary snacks competed with the distinct smell of the animal petting zoo to create a sensory experience unlike any other. Not necessarily in a good way.. Students dashed between the booths, cotton candy in hand, playing games, riding the attractions, and simply enjoying the perfect spring day with their friends.

At the end of the line of stalls sat an unassuming tent draped in bold red and white stripes. A sign that read "Fortune Teller" led passersby to believe that a true Seer with powerful Divination skills waited inside.

Nothing could have been further from the truth.

Stepping inside, one found a small, red-haired fourth-year student seated at a table, ready to reveal the future. Unfortunately for all those that chose to participate, she had little to no real divination abilities, and she was definitely not a real fortune teller. That being said, she absolutely loved the look of the tarot cards and was determined to do her very best to decipher their mysterious clues.

Inside the tent, the space was dark, lit only by the soft glow of candles. The walls were draped with tapestries, and the floor held cushy chairs, soft linens, and pillows in varying shades of jewel tones, making it a cozy spot to supposedly find out one's future. As patrons entered the tent, they were greeted by a smiling Ginger and asked to take a seat and "pick a card, any card."

The Prefect in charge of this area is Matilda Nordstrom.


((OOC: Please, come in and take a seat! This will be short posts, to keep things moving. Please post a separate thread to start your journey into the unknown.))]]>


Music drifted across the grounds, creating a fun, festive atmosphere for the annual Spring Carnival. Laughter, cheers, and the splashes from the dunk tank mixed with the good natured groans of the now-drenched teachers, all adding to the lively ambiance. The rides drew quite a crowd, many students having never seen anything like them before.

The sights, sounds, and smells of the carnival assaulted the senses as you walked through the grounds. Savory treats and sugary snacks competed with the distinct smell of the animal petting zoo to create a sensory experience unlike any other. Not necessarily in a good way.. Students dashed between the booths, cotton candy in hand, playing games, riding the attractions, and simply enjoying the perfect spring day with their friends.

At the end of the line of stalls sat an unassuming tent draped in bold red and white stripes. A sign that read "Fortune Teller" led passersby to believe that a true Seer with powerful Divination skills waited inside.

Nothing could have been further from the truth.

Stepping inside, one found a small, red-haired fourth-year student seated at a table, ready to reveal the future. Unfortunately for all those that chose to participate, she had little to no real divination abilities, and she was definitely not a real fortune teller. That being said, she absolutely loved the look of the tarot cards and was determined to do her very best to decipher their mysterious clues.

Inside the tent, the space was dark, lit only by the soft glow of candles. The walls were draped with tapestries, and the floor held cushy chairs, soft linens, and pillows in varying shades of jewel tones, making it a cozy spot to supposedly find out one's future. As patrons entered the tent, they were greeted by a smiling Ginger and asked to take a seat and "pick a card, any card."

The Prefect in charge of this area is Matilda Nordstrom.


((OOC: Please, come in and take a seat! This will be short posts, to keep things moving. Please post a separate thread to start your journey into the unknown.))]]> <![CDATA[Food Stalls & Rest Area]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=545 Sat, 04 Oct 2025 08:13:42 +0000 Vanishing Cabinet]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=545 [Image: sweets-Treats.png]
Smack dab in the center of the carnival, lies a fantasy land of every taste, texture and temptation imaginable; a roaring-twenties paradise for the gluttonous and the curious alike.

The air is thick with the glorious scents of joy itself, fried dough, burnt sugar, citrus, roasted meats and buttery delights, accompanied by the sounds of brass from a jazz band that refuses to play anything slower than a heartbeat. Tiny gilded bulbs float overhead, twinkling like fireflies, illuminating the long wooden tables and benches that await beneath them. Mason jars filled with house-colored liquids somehow glow on and off sporadically, making the entire area feel like a colorful dance hall.

Along the perimeter awaits various food stalls - all done up in art-deco filigree - their vendors shouting out orders above the music. One sells molten squares of chocolate that fizz on one's tongue before bursting into harmless, glittery fireworks.

Next to the fudge stall is the popcorn stand, where the kernels crackle into whatever flavor one is craving. Butter? Caramel? Dill pickle? Cheese? Roasted Lamb? The popcorn is your oyster.

Across the way, a rather excited vendor spins his waffles mid-air until the customer catches one on a plate - each delicious pastry containing its own unique charm. Perhaps yours will meow, or giggle when you stick your fork in it?

There's a stand dolling out large roasted turkey legs and ears of corn, all dripping with juice and sending up savory smoke that entices everyone that walks by. A lemonade stand offers giant tubs of the tart drink, filled with fresh fruits of every kind.

Finally, an ice cream tent serves up giant sprinkled cones topped with dozens of flavors to choose from, all enchanted with its own little snow cloud to ensure the treat won't melt before the consumer can fully enjoy it.

In the center of it all is a wide wooden dance floor, encouraging participants to come and show off their best moves to all of their friends. Maybe, if they're lucky, the band will finally decide on a slower tune; something soft enough for hand-holding and shy smiles instead of twirls and laughter.

The Prefects in charge of this area are Rosalie Laurence and Alice Ravenstone.]]> [Image: sweets-Treats.png]
Smack dab in the center of the carnival, lies a fantasy land of every taste, texture and temptation imaginable; a roaring-twenties paradise for the gluttonous and the curious alike.

The air is thick with the glorious scents of joy itself, fried dough, burnt sugar, citrus, roasted meats and buttery delights, accompanied by the sounds of brass from a jazz band that refuses to play anything slower than a heartbeat. Tiny gilded bulbs float overhead, twinkling like fireflies, illuminating the long wooden tables and benches that await beneath them. Mason jars filled with house-colored liquids somehow glow on and off sporadically, making the entire area feel like a colorful dance hall.

Along the perimeter awaits various food stalls - all done up in art-deco filigree - their vendors shouting out orders above the music. One sells molten squares of chocolate that fizz on one's tongue before bursting into harmless, glittery fireworks.

Next to the fudge stall is the popcorn stand, where the kernels crackle into whatever flavor one is craving. Butter? Caramel? Dill pickle? Cheese? Roasted Lamb? The popcorn is your oyster.

Across the way, a rather excited vendor spins his waffles mid-air until the customer catches one on a plate - each delicious pastry containing its own unique charm. Perhaps yours will meow, or giggle when you stick your fork in it?

There's a stand dolling out large roasted turkey legs and ears of corn, all dripping with juice and sending up savory smoke that entices everyone that walks by. A lemonade stand offers giant tubs of the tart drink, filled with fresh fruits of every kind.

Finally, an ice cream tent serves up giant sprinkled cones topped with dozens of flavors to choose from, all enchanted with its own little snow cloud to ensure the treat won't melt before the consumer can fully enjoy it.

In the center of it all is a wide wooden dance floor, encouraging participants to come and show off their best moves to all of their friends. Maybe, if they're lucky, the band will finally decide on a slower tune; something soft enough for hand-holding and shy smiles instead of twirls and laughter.

The Prefects in charge of this area are Rosalie Laurence and Alice Ravenstone.]]> <![CDATA[Hogwarts Spring Carnival Info Thread]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=544 Sat, 04 Oct 2025 08:12:17 +0000 Vanishing Cabinet]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=544 [Image: 150_Carnivalbanner.jpeg]

WELCOME TO THE CARNIVAL!

Every year, your prefects are tasked with hosting an event that the entire school can enjoy. This year, with the help of their professors and more than a bit of magic, you can now enjoy the Carnival of 1921! On the unexpectedly mild afternoon of Saturday, March 12, a portion of the Hogwarts grounds has been commandeered for this very purpose.

The large, vibrant main gates to the carnival open at 12:30 PM.


There are many attractions to enjoy, both alone or with friends, and plenty of lively music to set the mood.

Creature Corner - A popular attraction among creature lovers, you can take a trip down the winding path and enjoy an up close experience with some of Hogwarts's most docile--and certainly some mischievous--creatures. So long as you show the right amount of respect, the creatures professor has kindly provided some of the creatures from the paddock to help you enjoy a relaxing afternoon.

Dunk Tank - You want to dunk your professor. The end. Who wouldn't want the chance to see the grumpy deputy headmaster plunged into...potentially freezing water with one well-thrown ball from their own hands? Why not see your Arithmancy professor soaking wet for that abysmal assignment they gave the other week? There won't be another chance at revenge like this for a while.

Carnival Games & Rides - What's a carnival without games and rides? In its own section of the carnival, you can grab your friends and win some prizes or take on some of the most famous rides of the 1920s. There's more than enough to keep you entertained for hours, and many challenges you can take on if you don't mind a few lines. Win a prize for a special friend, hoard a collection of plushies, or spend your afternoon being taken on a whimsical journey on the 'Hogwarts Mini-Express'.

Food Stalls & Rest Areas - No carnival is complete without carnival food and a place to enjoy it. Feeling a bit overwhelmed? Need a moment to breathe and enjoy a meal, or more interested in chilling than throwing yourself into the overly bright displays? You'll find your place among the colourful seating and a jazz band to set the mood. As a bonus, the prefects have even thrown in massive turkey legs. Treat yourself.

Not-Fake-Fortune-Teller - She's definitely not fake, and those fortunes are definitely real. If they sound a little doom and gloom or over the top, perhaps you need to open your mind a little more. Step up into the tent and discover what might be your future if the stars align just right. Warning: results may vary. Do not make big, life-altering decisions on the word of your prefect. None on the prefect team will be held responsible after you've ruined your life over fortunes that are definitely true.


Jump into any of these threads and a prefect will be there to help ensure you're having a great time. Otherwise, feel free to make your own private threads if you've got something more focused in mind.

Like with everywhere else on site, all site rules apply.

Come enjoy a magical carnival with us!]]> [Image: 150_Carnivalbanner.jpeg]

WELCOME TO THE CARNIVAL!

Every year, your prefects are tasked with hosting an event that the entire school can enjoy. This year, with the help of their professors and more than a bit of magic, you can now enjoy the Carnival of 1921! On the unexpectedly mild afternoon of Saturday, March 12, a portion of the Hogwarts grounds has been commandeered for this very purpose.

The large, vibrant main gates to the carnival open at 12:30 PM.


There are many attractions to enjoy, both alone or with friends, and plenty of lively music to set the mood.

Creature Corner - A popular attraction among creature lovers, you can take a trip down the winding path and enjoy an up close experience with some of Hogwarts's most docile--and certainly some mischievous--creatures. So long as you show the right amount of respect, the creatures professor has kindly provided some of the creatures from the paddock to help you enjoy a relaxing afternoon.

Dunk Tank - You want to dunk your professor. The end. Who wouldn't want the chance to see the grumpy deputy headmaster plunged into...potentially freezing water with one well-thrown ball from their own hands? Why not see your Arithmancy professor soaking wet for that abysmal assignment they gave the other week? There won't be another chance at revenge like this for a while.

Carnival Games & Rides - What's a carnival without games and rides? In its own section of the carnival, you can grab your friends and win some prizes or take on some of the most famous rides of the 1920s. There's more than enough to keep you entertained for hours, and many challenges you can take on if you don't mind a few lines. Win a prize for a special friend, hoard a collection of plushies, or spend your afternoon being taken on a whimsical journey on the 'Hogwarts Mini-Express'.

Food Stalls & Rest Areas - No carnival is complete without carnival food and a place to enjoy it. Feeling a bit overwhelmed? Need a moment to breathe and enjoy a meal, or more interested in chilling than throwing yourself into the overly bright displays? You'll find your place among the colourful seating and a jazz band to set the mood. As a bonus, the prefects have even thrown in massive turkey legs. Treat yourself.

Not-Fake-Fortune-Teller - She's definitely not fake, and those fortunes are definitely real. If they sound a little doom and gloom or over the top, perhaps you need to open your mind a little more. Step up into the tent and discover what might be your future if the stars align just right. Warning: results may vary. Do not make big, life-altering decisions on the word of your prefect. None on the prefect team will be held responsible after you've ruined your life over fortunes that are definitely true.


Jump into any of these threads and a prefect will be there to help ensure you're having a great time. Otherwise, feel free to make your own private threads if you've got something more focused in mind.

Like with everywhere else on site, all site rules apply.

Come enjoy a magical carnival with us!]]> <![CDATA[Carnival Games & Rides]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=543 Sat, 04 Oct 2025 08:09:08 +0000 Vanishing Cabinet]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=543 [Image: Carnival-rides.jpg]
An entire area of the grounds has been cordoned off and reserved for arguably the best area of the fair. Just by the food and rest area stands a large and magnificent arch, fitted with flashing illusory lights that shimmer in changing patterns.

Step right through and you'll be transported to a world of fun and games.

The music changes as you step through the arch, taking on an even more vibrant and upbeat tune. It's almost as if the music has been sped up to match the excitement that can only be found among gigantic rides and questionable carnival games. Confectionery Stalls litter the area, providing the typical fanfare for such an event. There are stalls for cotton candy, toffee apples, lemon drops, and magical sweets that change color or fizz. Should you be in need of a real meal, you'll have to return to the rest area outside.

The area is split into two sections: games and rides.

Near the front, several carnival games have been set up. Come enjoy a game of "Coconut Shy". Throw a ball and hit the coconuts off their stand. Be careful, they giggle and squirm, making them tricky devils. Perhaps the ring toss is more your speed. Collect the rings and try to land them on the moving pegs that seemed to be engaged in their own dance. Not a fan of those shoddy fortune tellers (sorry, Matilda)? Why not try the fortune fish? It's a simple game where you drop a coin (knuts only, we won't give you back any change), then receive a cryptic fortune that may or may not prevent you from sleeping for the next week. Do you know how much a bowtruckle weighs? How about a puffskein? Guess correctly and you could win a prize in our edition of "Guess the Weight".

Beside each of these games is a prize booth. If you're successful at these magical games, you can have your pick of:
  • Stuffed creatures (dragons, kneazles,)
  • Tin Toys (wind-up, enchanted figurines that walk, dance, or duel)
  • Glass marbles (swirling with illusions—each one shows a different scene when held to the light)
  • Miniature gramophones
  • Pressed flower keepsakes (preserved in glass with a charm to stay fresh)
  • Mood pendants
  • Whispering shells.

* Only one prize per game win.

Not much for games? Toward the back of the area, there are plenty of rides that might still scratch that itch for a good time. The swing boats are a good place to start. A pair of large boats loom, suspended on metal frames. They are magically activated and will not start moving until all passengers are seated and strapped in. Something about liabilities. Each boat seats eight. There is a mini carousel nearby. Granians, abraxans, and aethonan models of varying colours will be your steed. The chair-o-planes ride is not for those who've just eaten. Riders will be seated in chairs, and these will spin continually outward as the ride itself spins. On the outer bands of the games and rides area is a track that houses the "Hogwarts Mini Express". Seating up to 10 students, this train will take you on a tour of the festive grounds. Last, there is the Tunnel of Curiosities. This boat ride will take you through a tunnel full of magical illusions, funky mirrors, and many oddities. It's a world of wonder inside. Each boat seats only two, but there are several boats in operation.

The Prefect in charge of this area is Ruth Elliot. She can be seen moving between the games and rides, offering assistance as needed.]]> [Image: Carnival-rides.jpg]
An entire area of the grounds has been cordoned off and reserved for arguably the best area of the fair. Just by the food and rest area stands a large and magnificent arch, fitted with flashing illusory lights that shimmer in changing patterns.

Step right through and you'll be transported to a world of fun and games.

The music changes as you step through the arch, taking on an even more vibrant and upbeat tune. It's almost as if the music has been sped up to match the excitement that can only be found among gigantic rides and questionable carnival games. Confectionery Stalls litter the area, providing the typical fanfare for such an event. There are stalls for cotton candy, toffee apples, lemon drops, and magical sweets that change color or fizz. Should you be in need of a real meal, you'll have to return to the rest area outside.

The area is split into two sections: games and rides.

Near the front, several carnival games have been set up. Come enjoy a game of "Coconut Shy". Throw a ball and hit the coconuts off their stand. Be careful, they giggle and squirm, making them tricky devils. Perhaps the ring toss is more your speed. Collect the rings and try to land them on the moving pegs that seemed to be engaged in their own dance. Not a fan of those shoddy fortune tellers (sorry, Matilda)? Why not try the fortune fish? It's a simple game where you drop a coin (knuts only, we won't give you back any change), then receive a cryptic fortune that may or may not prevent you from sleeping for the next week. Do you know how much a bowtruckle weighs? How about a puffskein? Guess correctly and you could win a prize in our edition of "Guess the Weight".

Beside each of these games is a prize booth. If you're successful at these magical games, you can have your pick of:
  • Stuffed creatures (dragons, kneazles,)
  • Tin Toys (wind-up, enchanted figurines that walk, dance, or duel)
  • Glass marbles (swirling with illusions—each one shows a different scene when held to the light)
  • Miniature gramophones
  • Pressed flower keepsakes (preserved in glass with a charm to stay fresh)
  • Mood pendants
  • Whispering shells.

* Only one prize per game win.

Not much for games? Toward the back of the area, there are plenty of rides that might still scratch that itch for a good time. The swing boats are a good place to start. A pair of large boats loom, suspended on metal frames. They are magically activated and will not start moving until all passengers are seated and strapped in. Something about liabilities. Each boat seats eight. There is a mini carousel nearby. Granians, abraxans, and aethonan models of varying colours will be your steed. The chair-o-planes ride is not for those who've just eaten. Riders will be seated in chairs, and these will spin continually outward as the ride itself spins. On the outer bands of the games and rides area is a track that houses the "Hogwarts Mini Express". Seating up to 10 students, this train will take you on a tour of the festive grounds. Last, there is the Tunnel of Curiosities. This boat ride will take you through a tunnel full of magical illusions, funky mirrors, and many oddities. It's a world of wonder inside. Each boat seats only two, but there are several boats in operation.

The Prefect in charge of this area is Ruth Elliot. She can be seen moving between the games and rides, offering assistance as needed.]]>