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<![CDATA[Knockturn Bound - Classes & Activities]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/ Wed, 17 Jun 2026 10:23:29 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[WW Passing List]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=665 Tue, 25 Nov 2025 01:07:49 +0000 Roisin Blackwood]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=665

PASSING LIST

Due to this club not really taking off this term, the passing criteria was lowered.
Thank you to those who posted!
You may still claim this in your WWE.

Ruth Elliot
Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh
Matilda Nordstrom

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]]> <![CDATA[1920-1921 Transfiguration Passing List]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=659 Sat, 22 Nov 2025 02:20:04 +0000 Etain Mómhar Battersea]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=659 Passing

Gryffindor:
- Tulip Asquith

Ravenclaw:
- Cassian McCormick
- Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh
- Everleigh Ravenstone

Slytherin
- Ruth Elliot

- Ruth Elliot
- Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh
- Everleigh Ravenstone

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Gryffindor:
- Tulip Asquith

Ravenclaw:
- Cassian McCormick
- Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh
- Everleigh Ravenstone

Slytherin
- Ruth Elliot

- Ruth Elliot
- Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh
- Everleigh Ravenstone

]]> <![CDATA[Potions Passing List: 1920-1921]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=658 Sat, 22 Nov 2025 01:31:17 +0000 Roisin Blackwood]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=658 Passing Students

Due to there only being 2 lessons, the passing threshold was lowered to 10 points.

Tulip Asquith
Vinnie Folwell
Rosalie Laurence
Matilda Nordstrom
Elias Everett
Joshua Henley
Sienna Miller
Cassian McCormick
Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh
Corbin Donahue
Ruth Elliot
Evander Whistler

Ruth Elliot
Matilda Nordstrom

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Ruth Elliot
Matilda Nordstrom

]]> <![CDATA[Hospital Wing: Passing List]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=657 Fri, 21 Nov 2025 23:06:46 +0000 Roisin Blackwood]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=657 Hospital Wing: Passing List

Matilda Nordstrom
Ruth Elliot
Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh]]> Hospital Wing: Passing List

Matilda Nordstrom
Ruth Elliot
Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh]]> <![CDATA[Library Assistant Passing List]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=654 Fri, 21 Nov 2025 19:33:21 +0000 Julia Barlowe]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=654

Passing Students

Ruth Elliot
Benji Laurence
Rosalie Laurence
Cassian McCormick (Head Assistant)
Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh

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Passing Students

Ruth Elliot
Benji Laurence
Rosalie Laurence
Cassian McCormick (Head Assistant)
Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh

]]> <![CDATA[Passing List 1920-1921 Term]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=653 Fri, 21 Nov 2025 14:01:08 +0000 Julia Barlowe]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=653 Passing Students

Tulip Asquith
Corbin Donahue
Ruth Elliot
Elias Everett
Vinnie Folwell
Benji Laurence
Rosalie Laurence
Cassian McCormick
Matilda Nordstrom
Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh
Alice Ravenstone

Tulip Asquith
Ruth Elliot
Rosalie Laurence

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Tulip Asquith
Corbin Donahue
Ruth Elliot
Elias Everett
Vinnie Folwell
Benji Laurence
Rosalie Laurence
Cassian McCormick
Matilda Nordstrom
Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh
Alice Ravenstone

Tulip Asquith
Ruth Elliot
Rosalie Laurence

]]> <![CDATA[Charms Passing List]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=652 Fri, 21 Nov 2025 03:47:49 +0000 Gideon Blackwood]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=652 Passing Students

Ruth Elliot
Benji Laurence
Rosalie Laurence
Cassian McCormick
Alice Ravenstone
Everleigh Ravenstone
Matilda Nordstrom

Ruth Elliot

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Ruth Elliot
Benji Laurence
Rosalie Laurence
Cassian McCormick
Alice Ravenstone
Everleigh Ravenstone
Matilda Nordstrom

Ruth Elliot

]]> <![CDATA[Spellcaster's Society Passing List]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=649 Thu, 20 Nov 2025 05:04:05 +0000 Maddox Barlowe]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=649 Passing Students

Ruth Elliot
Rosalie Laurence
Matilda Nordstrom
Alice Ravenstone

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Ruth Elliot
Rosalie Laurence
Matilda Nordstrom
Alice Ravenstone

]]> <![CDATA[Care of Magical Creatures Passing List]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=648 Thu, 20 Nov 2025 04:46:56 +0000 Maddox Barlowe]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=648 Passing Students

Morgan Barlowe
Corbin Donahue
Ruth Elliot
Elias Everett
Vinnie Folwell
Benji Laurence
Rosalie Laurence
Cassian McCormick
Matilda Nordstrom

Ruth Elliot
Rosalie Laurence

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Morgan Barlowe
Corbin Donahue
Ruth Elliot
Elias Everett
Vinnie Folwell
Benji Laurence
Rosalie Laurence
Cassian McCormick
Matilda Nordstrom

Ruth Elliot
Rosalie Laurence

]]> <![CDATA[Lesson III: Defensive Measures]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=629 Mon, 10 Nov 2025 06:18:29 +0000 Etain Mómhar Battersea]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=629

The day was warm for being a day in Scotland. There was also the matter of what constituted a warm day in Scotland, since the concept of warm and Scotland were oxymorons. The same could also be said for dry. Sure, the country had its periods where it went a few days or more without rain, but its return came with a vengeance.

Walking into the classroom, Castor and Pollux soared ahead of her, making a beeline for the chalkboard while her bag floated to its place beside the desk. Eris, as always, walked her proudly and unhurried beside her master. The castle had become all too familiar to the half-kneazle, exploring it whenever she got bored, picking out preferred spots to sit or nap.

The desks were there, though pushed back a little way, to make more room for the front. A demonstration of sorts was to be in order, and Etain would serve as such. Taking her mug of hot cocoa—a mug she seemed to take everywhere she went—the woman drank deeply from it and waited for class to begin.

Next update on the 14th.]]>

The day was warm for being a day in Scotland. There was also the matter of what constituted a warm day in Scotland, since the concept of warm and Scotland were oxymorons. The same could also be said for dry. Sure, the country had its periods where it went a few days or more without rain, but its return came with a vengeance.

Walking into the classroom, Castor and Pollux soared ahead of her, making a beeline for the chalkboard while her bag floated to its place beside the desk. Eris, as always, walked her proudly and unhurried beside her master. The castle had become all too familiar to the half-kneazle, exploring it whenever she got bored, picking out preferred spots to sit or nap.

The desks were there, though pushed back a little way, to make more room for the front. A demonstration of sorts was to be in order, and Etain would serve as such. Taking her mug of hot cocoa—a mug she seemed to take everywhere she went—the woman drank deeply from it and waited for class to begin.

Next update on the 14th.]]> <![CDATA[Hospital Wing Announcements]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=627 Sat, 08 Nov 2025 05:35:44 +0000 Roisin Blackwood]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=627

Hospital Wing
Volunteer Announcements

The volunteer one shot is now live! I will close the thread on 21 November.

If you would like to join the Wing as a volunteer, you still have time!

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Hospital Wing
Volunteer Announcements

The volunteer one shot is now live! I will close the thread on 21 November.

If you would like to join the Wing as a volunteer, you still have time!

]]> <![CDATA[Pods of Peril: Hospital Wing Volunteer One-Shot]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=626 Sat, 08 Nov 2025 05:30:36 +0000 Roisin Blackwood]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=626 Tuesday, 3 May 1921
8:00am

The morning had been rather ordinary when taking into account everything that had transpired in March; the Hospital Wing was running smoothly now and it seemed – so Rose thought – that everything that Thayer and the Runes professor had done to mess around with magic in the castle was finally back to a normal state. What a damn relief, too.

That is… until…

“Henry, just breathe, I assure you that you will be fine…” came a woman’s voice. Rose could hear someone on the verge of panicking. She stood and rushed to go see what was going on.

That was when she saw Thessaly Briar, the Herbology professor, accompanying a student. The boy was looking in horror at his hands, which were covered in full, red blisters that looked as if they were ready to pop at any moment. He was hyperventilating and whimpering.

“What on Earth happened?” Rose asked as she led the boy to one of the patient beds.

“Well, it seems as if someone has tampered with some of the plants in the greenhouse. He touched a plant that even I don’t recognize, and after getting some resin of some sort on his hands and arms, this happened shortly after.”

Rose looked at the boy’s face, and then called the volunteers over that were in the Wing.

“I tried to identify what the plant is, however it doesn’t look like any of mine. I don’t know how it got there, or even what it is. Miss Nordstrom is attempting to figure it out.”

“Hmm… okay,” Rose said as one of the blisters finally filled enough to cause it to burst.

She handed the boy a towel to hold on the pustule that had popped while she briefed everyone.

Rose moved the volunteers out of earshot of the boy while she informed them of what was going on. “It looks as if there is an unknown plant in the greenhouse that has caused blisters all over Henry’s hands and arms. We will need everyone’s help for this; Matilda is already in the greenhouse, so feel free to join her. We must find a cure for this, and we must also treat the symptoms.”

Rose looked at the small group of student volunteers.

“Please be sure to exercise caution as we do not know if the blisters, or the pus, is contagious. Keep the Wing clean to prevent spread. Please, try to be thorough so that we can try to help Henry out and prevent any more injuries.”

OOC: Hello and welcome to the Hospital Wing one shot! This is not required to pass, however will help if you are lacking in threads.

There will be three different focus areas for this, so just do whichever one you feel more confident about.

Greenhouse Attendants

Nurses

Apothecaries

Greenhouse Attendants

Nurses

Apothecaries

As this is a one-shot, you only have to post once to pass this thread (minimum of 4 paragraphs with 4 sentences each). You don’t have to collaborate with others in your focus areas, but feel free to if you like.

This thread will be locked for grading on 21 November. Be sure your tracker is fully updated by then.

Feel free to Powerplay Rose if you need help with anything. Reach out to me if you need more details or have any questions! ]]> <![CDATA[The Final Stand - Spellcaster's Society One-Shot]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=620 Wed, 05 Nov 2025 06:55:26 +0000 Maddox Barlowe]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=620 Saturday, May 7, 1921
The Spellcaster's Club Room
You stand before the door to the club room as you've always done before a drill. This one is the final one for the term, the last chance to prove your competence to yourself and perhaps even your professor, who stands just by the entrance. Maddox suggests you keep a cool head throughout, reminding you that you've all already had plenty of practice and have already survived the previous pair of drills.

Whether this boosts your confidence or not, it is your turn next.

As you enter, the door slowly creaks shut behind you. There's no going back now, only forward. The only problem with forward is that it is actively hostile toward your goals. No sooner than when the door closes, you find yourself under immediate attack. Bolts of electricity are hurled at you in rapid succession. They are unrelenting, one or two managing to zap you as if to assure you that they are real and need to be stopped. They are a painful reminder of what's at stake and encouragement not to get struck again.

On the other side of the room, you spot the culprit. It's a training dummy with an imitation wand that keeps sending lightning. Imitation or not, they certainly feel real, and it's abundantly clear that that little magic stick is the source of your discontent.

Trying to cast at it will reveal a shield charm in place. Curiously, it cracks before mending, as if it is being renewed. All the while, the attack continues. You'll have to find a way to get through the shield in order to get to what you want while trying not to get yourself electrocuted in the process.

Whatever you do will require great...force. Any force substantial enough.

Fallen debris is scattered all around the room, some big enough to hide behind...or to make use of in other ways.

In a minute, it will become clear where they came from. The entire room begins to shake, and a low rumble can be heard from the ceiling. All that lightning isn't good for the environment, as it actively compromises the structural integrity of the room. It appears the next bit is preparing to collapse, and it will in a few minutes. Either get through the drill in time or be prepared to handle the chunks of debris as they begin to fall.

Good luck!

Welcome to this term's Spellcaster's Society One-Shot. As the name suggests, you only need to make one detailed post in this thread, reacting to the scenarios laid out for your character. This thread is not mandatory for passing, but it is another means through which you can earn points toward passing. As this is not a regulated thread, please do not attempt to use spells that are not currently on your character's willow unless for the purpose of RP, solely with the outcome being failure for that particular spell. Similarly, this means there will technically not be any 'wrong' answers; however, try to remain logical with the spells chosen for the scenarios. You do not need to state your character's magical strength for this one-shot. This thread will remain open until November 20 for any who wishes to participate. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to reach out.

Note: Your grade is not determined by your character's success or failure within the drill, but the quality and content of your post. If it's something they wouldn't think of or something they can't do, get creative with it. Have fun!

Note Also: This one-shot requires 2-3 spells before completion. Should your character manage to end the assault before the ceiling begins to fall again--as you are free to assume--be careful that you still offer enough detail within the post and a reasonable explanation for how your character was able to get it all done so quickly. The attack ends and the drill stops when the fake magic stick is dislodged. If your character is not good at magic/lacks the necessary skill, feel free to conclude the drill with them either surrendering or needing to be pulled out in the end. ]]> <![CDATA[Practice Makes Perfect :: Alice]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=619 Tue, 04 Nov 2025 03:59:42 +0000 Matilda Nordstrom]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=619

Things had been difficult lately. Tilly was sad… A lot. After the events of the tower, Everleigh being taken and tortured, it was hard for Tilly to get motivated to do much of anything. Add to that, Ren being gone and she was in a full weepy depression.

Her grades had suffered the most in her current state. She hated going to classes, sometimes skipping all together. Her normal spunky extrovert self was turning in, becoming a sad and lonely introvert. She missed her cousin and her boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend? Ugh, she didn’t even know what to call him.

When Ren left for Japan just after Christmas they parted on good term. Of course she still loved him, that would never change. Although, a long distance relationship at their age was impractical. So they were taking “a break.” If he came back… no, when he came back, if they they still had feeling for each other, they would revisit the relationship. In the moment it made sense. Now it just made her sad.

Tilly also missed her cousin. Everleigh hadn’t been the same since coming back from Easter break. Sher was quiet, withdrawn, spacy and quick to emotions. Ever was not the type to cry at the drop of a hat, until now. It was hard to watch, but she loved her cousin and would be there for anything she needed.

Today was a necessary evil. She had missed a drill and wasn’t the best at taking notes, so a practice session for Spellcasters was a must.

Tilly sat on the floor of the practice room waiting for Alice to arrive. Laying on her back, knees bent, her red hair splayed around her head in a red halo. She really had no desire to be there, but hopefully it wouldn’t be to painful.]]>

Things had been difficult lately. Tilly was sad… A lot. After the events of the tower, Everleigh being taken and tortured, it was hard for Tilly to get motivated to do much of anything. Add to that, Ren being gone and she was in a full weepy depression.

Her grades had suffered the most in her current state. She hated going to classes, sometimes skipping all together. Her normal spunky extrovert self was turning in, becoming a sad and lonely introvert. She missed her cousin and her boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend? Ugh, she didn’t even know what to call him.

When Ren left for Japan just after Christmas they parted on good term. Of course she still loved him, that would never change. Although, a long distance relationship at their age was impractical. So they were taking “a break.” If he came back… no, when he came back, if they they still had feeling for each other, they would revisit the relationship. In the moment it made sense. Now it just made her sad.

Tilly also missed her cousin. Everleigh hadn’t been the same since coming back from Easter break. Sher was quiet, withdrawn, spacy and quick to emotions. Ever was not the type to cry at the drop of a hat, until now. It was hard to watch, but she loved her cousin and would be there for anything she needed.

Today was a necessary evil. She had missed a drill and wasn’t the best at taking notes, so a practice session for Spellcasters was a must.

Tilly sat on the floor of the practice room waiting for Alice to arrive. Laying on her back, knees bent, her red hair splayed around her head in a red halo. She really had no desire to be there, but hopefully it wouldn’t be to painful.]]> <![CDATA[Helvegen | Dark Arts Lesson 3]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=617 Mon, 03 Nov 2025 00:47:58 +0000 Julia Barlowe]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=617 Wednesday, May 11, 1921
10:30 PM
The Forbidden Forest
⛦

Julia led the way through the tree line, the cloak of her hood pulled up over her head and a candle in her hand. The forest greeted them with a soft, gentle silence - a far cry from the howls, snaps and shuffles that normally rang through the trees. It pressed in form all sides, carrying the scent of moss and damp bark while the warm night air breezed around them.

"Mind your step," Julia's voice drifted back to her students who followed closely behind. "The forest is always watching and listening." Reverence and respect was due not only to the forest itself, but to all those who resided within it - creatures and spirits alike.

Each student had been prepared for this night. Over the course of term, Julia had slowly built them up to the idea of what a true blood ritual would look like, entail and how it pertained to their daily lives. Each of them wore their cloaks, each of them a slow-burning tapered candle in their hands.

The further they ventured, the more it felt like the world behind them had fallen away entirely. No castle lights. No curfew bells. Just the rhythmic crunch of boots against soil and the flicker of candles weaving small orbs of light.

As they came upon a clearing, the students would see a broad sigil had been marked into the soil in chalk and salt, curling around a low stone basin.

"When wizards and witches in the old traditions sought strength, they didn't always look upward. They looked down, to the soil, to Mother Earth herself." She looked at each of them, noticing a bit of nerves in an expression here or there. "You've learned what it means for blood to bind, and now you'll learn what it means for blood to awaken."

She stooped down, taking a handful of soil into her hand and running it along her palm and fingers. "Beneath your feet runs a ley line. A current of power that stretches across the land, older than Scotland itself. The Druids and early Celts believed these energies were manifestations of the gods, or of the Earth's spirit. Their temples and ritual sites were often built along these lines to align with solstices and moon cycles. Wizards who know how to listen can feel them, humming beneath the ground." Standing again, she brushed the soil from her hands. "It's believed that ley lines are where your magic is most powerful. It's why ancient magical families built their estates where they did. Why battles were fought on certain fields."

She wandered through the circle a bit, giving her students a chance to take it all in. “Magic is not just in your wand or your spellbooks. It is in the earth, in your blood, in the very spaces where life and history converge. This lesson, is about learning to hear that current, to understand how our power is strengthened when we acknowledge the cycles of giving and receiving.” She paused a moment, deciding whether her students were ready for the next challenge she'd put to them, but after everything that had happened after the carnival, it was time for them to start thinking for themselves.

"The Ministry fears these rites because they cannot be owned or contained. They are yours, solely and for no one else. Once you drain your magic into the soil, it becomes part of the world itself, and while humans forget, the world never does."

She set her candle down on the edge of the basin, indicating for each of them to do the same. "Questions before we begin?"

*OOC: Last class of the term! Look at us.

Pretty straightforward. Julia has led all of your children out to the forest to be sacrificed to Odin in hopes of a good harvest.

Kidding. You'll all follow her into the clearing. There's a low stone basin (think a fire pit without the fire) and in the ground there's been sigils written in chalk and salt. You'll listen to her lecture, place your candle and ask any questions you may have. How does your kiddo feel about the Ministry following the events of the carnival? Are they more open to hearing Julia's criticisms? Are they less so? How do they feel about the idea of blood sacrifices and leywork? Or about the history of battles, temples and castles being placed along the ley lines?

Next update (with the starting practical) will be on 11/7.]]> Wednesday, May 11, 1921
10:30 PM
The Forbidden Forest
⛦

Julia led the way through the tree line, the cloak of her hood pulled up over her head and a candle in her hand. The forest greeted them with a soft, gentle silence - a far cry from the howls, snaps and shuffles that normally rang through the trees. It pressed in form all sides, carrying the scent of moss and damp bark while the warm night air breezed around them.

"Mind your step," Julia's voice drifted back to her students who followed closely behind. "The forest is always watching and listening." Reverence and respect was due not only to the forest itself, but to all those who resided within it - creatures and spirits alike.

Each student had been prepared for this night. Over the course of term, Julia had slowly built them up to the idea of what a true blood ritual would look like, entail and how it pertained to their daily lives. Each of them wore their cloaks, each of them a slow-burning tapered candle in their hands.

The further they ventured, the more it felt like the world behind them had fallen away entirely. No castle lights. No curfew bells. Just the rhythmic crunch of boots against soil and the flicker of candles weaving small orbs of light.

As they came upon a clearing, the students would see a broad sigil had been marked into the soil in chalk and salt, curling around a low stone basin.

"When wizards and witches in the old traditions sought strength, they didn't always look upward. They looked down, to the soil, to Mother Earth herself." She looked at each of them, noticing a bit of nerves in an expression here or there. "You've learned what it means for blood to bind, and now you'll learn what it means for blood to awaken."

She stooped down, taking a handful of soil into her hand and running it along her palm and fingers. "Beneath your feet runs a ley line. A current of power that stretches across the land, older than Scotland itself. The Druids and early Celts believed these energies were manifestations of the gods, or of the Earth's spirit. Their temples and ritual sites were often built along these lines to align with solstices and moon cycles. Wizards who know how to listen can feel them, humming beneath the ground." Standing again, she brushed the soil from her hands. "It's believed that ley lines are where your magic is most powerful. It's why ancient magical families built their estates where they did. Why battles were fought on certain fields."

She wandered through the circle a bit, giving her students a chance to take it all in. “Magic is not just in your wand or your spellbooks. It is in the earth, in your blood, in the very spaces where life and history converge. This lesson, is about learning to hear that current, to understand how our power is strengthened when we acknowledge the cycles of giving and receiving.” She paused a moment, deciding whether her students were ready for the next challenge she'd put to them, but after everything that had happened after the carnival, it was time for them to start thinking for themselves.

"The Ministry fears these rites because they cannot be owned or contained. They are yours, solely and for no one else. Once you drain your magic into the soil, it becomes part of the world itself, and while humans forget, the world never does."

She set her candle down on the edge of the basin, indicating for each of them to do the same. "Questions before we begin?"