Knockturn Bound - Classes & Activities

Potions Passing List 1921-1922

Mon, 23 Mar 2026 12:45:53 +0000

Passing Students

Ruth Elliot
Maevie Golding
Benji Laurence
Matilda Nordstrom
Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh

Ruth Elliot
Maevie Golding
Benji Laurence
Matilda Nordstrom

Applied Magic: Passing List

Mon, 23 Mar 2026 00:44:21 +0000

CLASS UPDATES

GRADES ARE UP
*If you didn't pass the class, please see the Extra Credit opportunities.

Passing Students
Ruth Elliot
Matilda Nordstrom
Maevie Golding
Benji Laurence
Alice Ravenstone
Morgan Barlowe
Tulip Asquith
Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh
Ellen Graymere

Honour Roll
Maevie Golding
Matilda Nordstrom
Ruth Elliot
Benji Laurence
Alice or Morgan

DADA: Passing List

Mon, 23 Mar 2026 00:25:22 +0000

Defense Against
the Dark Arts

Passing List

Benji Laurence
Ellen Graymere
Maevie Golding
Matilda Nordstrom
Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh
Ruth Elliot

Benji Laurence
Maevie Golding
Matilda Nordstrom
Oilibhéar Ó Coigligh
Ruth Elliot

Courage is built, not born.

The Spellcaster's Society Passing List

Sun, 22 Mar 2026 23:30:16 +0000

Passing Students

Ruth Elliot
Matilda Nordstrom

Hospital Wing Passing List

Sun, 22 Mar 2026 23:26:36 +0000

Passing Students

Ruth Elliot
Matilda Nordstrom

Charms Passing List

Sun, 22 Mar 2026 23:22:25 +0000

Passing Students

Ruth Elliot
Maevie Golding
Benji Laurence
Matilda Nordstrom

Emergency: Lonely Wanderer

Tue, 03 Mar 2026 02:50:45 +0000

Tuesday, April 25, 1922
Around 7:30 PM
Near the edge of the forest

"I'm telling you, I saw him somewhere around here."

Rae led the charge, the tip of her wand lit as she marched her way across the grounds. She'd been out there for a walk with her half-kneazle after dinner, wanting to clear her head after all the studying she'd done. It was a necessary reprieve before heading to her shift over at the wing. Three weeks – three weeks was all they had left before they were consumed by the OWLs – and NEWTs for the older students – and the girl's brain was fit to burst.

Never did she imagine she would've come across what she had, but the moment she did, Rae had doubled back to the castle to grab any volunteers who weren't already busy with important duties at that moment. The Slytherin had managed to collect for herself a small group, enough to get the job done, she thought.

On the walk over, she told them everything she knew, which wasn't much in all honesty. The girl had barely gotten a proper glimpse of the young centaur and his wounds before spinning on her heels with a plan already forming.

To say it was unusual to have centaurs anywhere near the grounds would've been an understatement. One that small? He must've been lost. The child had appeared dazed and disoriented, but it was the gashes that had caused her concern. He may have gotten separated from his herd. Human or centaur, it wouldn't have sat right with her to offer no aid at all. How would they look, volunteers of the wing who promised to help all those injured and in need, to shoo him back into the forest where he might hurt himself worse before ever running into his herd?

Rae shone her light in all directions, trying to catch even a small glimpse of the staggering being. With injuries like his, surely he couldn't have gotten too far.

"Did someone check to make sure we've brought along enough supplies?" She'd insisted as much when she barrelled into the hospital wing like a mini hurricane.

"Bandages, potions, disinfectants..." she rattled off the list distractedly as dark eyes continued to comb the area.

Ah, there he was.

"Careful, everyone." They didn't need to have any more injuries for the night. She had to confess—not out loud—that she'd never swept the area to ensure there weren't others around that might take offence to their help.

A small detail. The poor darling was their priority.

OOC: Welcome to this term's emergency drill! These are meant to be opportunities for your students to display their healing skills, practicality and knowledge of medicine in real-life situations. They won't be working with dummies or illusions. Each drill will endeavour to incorporate real beings in need of care in one form or another. While these, OOC, are considered drills, IC they will simply be moments of happenstance, and it will be assumed that your student was either in the right place at the right time or received a call to lend aid. In this case, if you choose to post, it will be assumed that your character was already in the wing when Rae burst in asking for help or that she ran into you along the way back. Those are the conditions that would lead to your character being here. There won't be any "set instructions" necessarily, but this emergency will be moved along similar to any other 'plot' thread. Your character's actions will have consequences. Please keep in mind the list of healing spells as well as your character's individual capabilities. Magic is also not the only means of healing, as potions and herbs can also be employed as well as manual methods. The choice is all up to you. They're here to work as a team and play off each other, maybe even make the healer proud <3

Spellcaster's Society: Drill #2

Wed, 25 Feb 2026 01:53:23 +0000

Saturday, March 11, 1920
The edge of the Forbidden Forest
7 PM

It was an...unusual time for a drill and an unusual location. The afternoon had been forsaken for the cover of night. It was better for the drill he had planned, and a nice shake-up from what the students were used to.

All necessary precautions had already been taken. The students would have to go out of their way to injure themselves, and at that point, there wasn't very much he could do about it.

Maddox stood before them, sleeping toddler in hand. After they'd spent the evening working the grounds, Evander had passed out, and he hadn't had enough time to head back to the castle, then all the way up the tower to hand him over to Julia. It was no matter. They wouldn't be out there for tremendously long, and while the boy had been stretching and putting on weight, he hadn't grown so big that he would cause his father strain.

Above them, the moon hung low, half its face doing what it could to illuminate the grounds. Torches completed the work, set out at equal distances outside the forest.

"Consider this a special little trip. One by one, you'll enter the forest and follow the path marked by the luminescent mushrooms. There's a perimetre set up to ensure no one can wander too far in." The man wasn't about to spend his night scouring the forest for the directionally challenged.

"Stay sharp, there's something lurking in there." It went without saying that he wouldn't be telling them what.

"Conquer whatever you find on your way out. I'll see you on the other side."

They could begin with whoever wanted to go first.

Round One

You enter the forest, the crunching of dried fallen leaves your only companion.

For a while, your path is made clear not only by the mushrooms the professor mentioned but also by the lights that come from the torches back on the outside. This is a small reprieve, one that fades with each step you take into this dark and foreboding world. The shadows close in around you, towering trees looming in their silent watch.

Already on high alert from the warning the professor gives you, you can't help but perceive every sound that rises. The insects are a standard affair, and in the distance, you think you hear the faint sound of clicking. It can all be excused as the sounds of nature on such a serene night.

Before long, maybe you've even grown comfortable.

Seven minutes of walking without anything trying to swallow you whole might be all you need to finally lower your guard. The dark aside, you can still make out the tree line to your left, assuring you that safety is not far off and the path before you is wide.

Then the rustling starts.

It echoes in the high canopies, making it difficult to tell where it's coming from at first. A few more steps and it becomes clear; it's behind you. When you speed up, it speeds up; when you slow, it slows. Turning reveals nothing, but you're fairly certain that you're no longer alone.

OOC: Hi friends! Welcome to the second of 2 drills for the term! If you haven't already, take a look at the guidelines for how they'll work. Even though it's one student at a time, please just assume it was your character's turn, and they headed in. No need to wait for anyone else to be finished. In order to qualify for full points, you must post in 3 rounds plus an ending post for a total of 4 posts. The drill will run for 9 days, and I'll be updating on a more frequent basis than lessons. This means that the more frequently you post, the sooner you can complete the drill. After 9 days, the thread will close for grading. Think of this as a somewhat 'timed' event. There's no one way to complete any round, as there are a few acceptable options, so get creative and go with your gut! Please don't RP the result of your spell, only the attempt of it. The results will be posted by me whenever I give updates. If I update before you've posted, don't worry about it! This is all within your time (within the 9 days). Only one spell is allowed per round, so choose wisely. Please make an OOC note at the very end of your first post (only) stating your character's magical strength for the drill. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to reach out <3

This drill ends on March 5.

The Valley | Potions Lesson 2

Tue, 03 Feb 2026 14:51:16 +0000

Thursday, February 9, 1922
12:00 PM
vibes

There was no explanation as to where they were going. Only a portkey fashioned from a rabbit’s vertebra, smooth with age and polished by unnamed hands.

When the students took hold of it, the world folded violently inward. Air vanished from their lungs as they were yanked forward by the navel, space warping and twisting until solid ground slammed back into existence beneath their feet.

Cold bit first.

They stood in a shallow valley cradled by forest, a narrow river cutting through its center like a silver seam. Smoke drifted low against the winter air, carrying with it the scent of peat, damp earth, and something iron-rich and old.

To their right lay a village.

Functional. Lived-in. Unadorned by romance or spectacle. Roundhouses of mud, worn timber, and stone huddled close together, their thatched roofs sagging beneath years of smoke and weather. Fires burned steadily within, gray and white plumes rising to stain the sky.

Julia stood silently, waiting for the last of the students to arrive as she pulled her robes tighter around her slowly-growing belly. Wordlessly, she beckoned them all forward with a simple gesture of her finger and led them into the ancient village.

In the distance, drums of war sounded as villagers - dressed in primitive, ancient clothing - moved quickly about, taking little notice of the strangers that approached. There was intention in everything they did. Spears actively being stacked by doorways. Shields were being mended with leather and pitch. Food was portioned and wrapped. Horses were groomed and armored, their breath steaming in the cold.

Only the village children paused. Through soot-covered faces and tight braids they stared curiously, but made no move towards the students. Along the villagers' skin were painted symbols, dark blue in color and covered their faces, arms and chests.

The woman led the group silently into the main roundhouse, where she indicated for them to gather around the main central hearth - a primitive firepit, surrounded by blackened clay pots hanging from iron hooks. Dried herbs and flora bundled overhead along with animal bones, beads and small clay charms etched with symbols older than written language.

Opposite the students sat one of the elders of the village - a seer or medicine man of sorts. Like his kin, he was covered in blue paint symbols and wore jewelry made of bones and rough unpolished stone. He stared at each student, seemingly studying them, but said nothing as Julia took her place beside him.

"It is the year 60 AD, the time of Boudica's uprising. The Romans have occupied Britain. They seize land, starve villages, torture those who resist. The Celtic tribes are no longer negotiating survival. They are fighting for it."

She looked to the man who remained unmoving next to her. "We are in the region that we know in our time as Norfolk and Suffolk, but here they are the lands of the Iceni tribe. They were an agricultural clan, deeply rooted in belief systems that heralded seers, healers and ritualists like this man here."

The man nodded to them stoically, but it was all he offered. "Their lands are actively being seized from them, their practices and beliefs being named for heresay, and their women kidnapped." She nodded towards the doorway they'd come through. "Warriors will be leaving at dawn, but they are sorely lacking in the sorts of potions and medicines they'll need out on the battlefield. Likewise, the villagers that stay behind - women and the elderly - will need a surplus of hearth brews in preparation for the injured and sick that return."

"Today your magic will blend herbalism and ritual in preparation for the aftermath this village will suffer; not for glory. Pain must be dulled without dulling reflexes. Infection must be prevented. Shock must be managed." She placed a hand on the man's shoulder, and for the first time, emotion swam behind his eyes. Courage, terror, pride, grief. His aged hand rose to rest on Julia's. "This village must survive, even if the majority of their warriors won't."

The fire cracked.

The drums outside continued.

*OOC: Not gonna lie, I'm so stoked for this class. Come on in! For now, take in your surroundings, listen to Julia's lecture and feel the tension in the air. Your student is now in the thick of an ancient Celtic village actively preparing its youth to go to battle where the majority of them will be slaughtered. Many of these warriors are the same age as your students - fourteen, fifteen and older - all trained from a young age to fight for their people and home.

Have your student imagine what it would be like to stand amongst their peers, hear the drums and know that the future of their village and home depends on them. Fairly overwhelming.

Anywho! See you in the next update on 2/8. ;)

Charms Lesson 2: We're Going Down Down

Tue, 03 Feb 2026 03:49:46 +0000

Friday, January 20, 1922
Charms classroom
3:17 PM

"Again."

The classroom was filled with shouts of 'Descendo' and the crash of iron balls slamming into the cushioned stone flooring. Each time they went crashing down, they immediately flew back to their spots in the ceiling.

"Power, precision, concentration." Not all the students had gotten their balls to budge. Some had remained pressed into the ceiling since the moment the exercise began. Those were the students whose spells failed either because they lacked the power to counter the ball's weight or the concentration to prevent it from suddenly zipping back up before it could hit the mark on the ground. Not all struggled, however. There were many students who were getting along with the tasks just fine – if you excused the one overzealous Hufflepuff whose ball had actually managed to make a dent in the floor.

It was only one of several points of damage, he was sure. When the lesson ended, Maddox would have a final survey of the classroom and right it all.

For now.

"Again."

CLUNK!

Maddox moved between the students, careful not to walk in the path of the Xs that had been clearly marked in red along the ground. When the lesson had started, the professor had been sure to warn the students to not step on them. There was no curse or sudden trigger that would go off if they did, but he'd rather not have any hapless or oblivious student wandering into the range of someone else's crushing metal ball. There was plenty of walking space between the two neatly made rows the students had formed.

"Try a firm stance as you loop the wand to bring it down," he said as he walked by one student. He adjusted the elbow width in relation to the student's torso of another by pulling their arm outward as he walked by.

"You're not concentrating; you see how the ball keeps scrambling for the ceiling?"

He continued on.

"Good, good. Once more." He waited for the final casts and all balls to shoot back to the ceiling before he addressed the class. "Alright," Maddox said, coming to a stop in the centre between the pair of rows. He turned to look at those on the left then those on the right. "Wands down, I don't need anyone misfiring." No one was standing on an X that he could see, but on the off chance someone's feet did cause them to wander, he wouldn't have them crushed by a ball approximately half their size and triple their weight.

"You won't always be bringing down such heavy targets, but it helps to not have limp wristed casting should the time ever come."

Nothing worse than magic unable to sustain your intent.

"You've done well. Before we move on, what challenges did you experience at the start of the exercise, and how did you feel them progressing as you practiced?"

The balls weighed a lot. Nearly none of them had been able to get them to so much as budge when he'd first told them to give it a try. That hadn't stopped them. Many were resilient and were soon able to bring the balls crashing down with some effort.

Not everyone, but there was room for those students to reflect, too.

OOC: Welcome, welcome, to the second charms lesson of the term! This lesson starts in the middle of the action with the lesson already on its way. Please assume your student has been there the whole time unless they were deliberately late and willing to face consequences. Maddox has asked a question at the end but I'd like you to RP them going through the drill, practicing as Maddox instructs, trying to move their balls, immersing yourself in the scene. Success or failure is up to you, but your post should encompass all that, not just the end. Are they exhausted from how hard the professor is driving them--he's been relentless since they began. Are they frustrated? Driven to keep up with his orders? Feel free to be any of the students he corrected as well. I leave that all up to you. The class will move again on February 7. Can't wait to read your posts!

DADA: Lesson Two - Awareness

Sun, 01 Feb 2026 02:11:36 +0000

Wednesday, 18 January 1922
1:30 pm

Things were different today; the students would find Roisin in the hallway, leaning up against the wall next to the closed classroom door. She was silent, twisting her wand in her hands.

She didn’t speak, just observed her students as they gathered. She hadn’t told them anything different would be happening today, however they’d been speaking about awareness and senses in the past week.

When she was sure everyone was there, Roisin finally spoke. “Before we go in, I’d like you to think about something.” Her blue eyes moved evenly among the faces. ”Which sense is the most important in dangerous situations?” she asked, however this was a rhetorical question.

The question hung in the air between her and her students. ”Sight. Sound. Touch. Everyone has a sense they trust more than the rest. It shows very quickly when it’s taken away.”

She waited a beat before turning to the door and placing her hand on the handle. Then she turned to them one more time.

”We’ll be moving through this lesson as a group. No running ahead. No splitting up.”

Roisin opened the door, stepping to the side so the students could go inside. The room looked normal; the desks were pushed out of the way so they’d have room to move around. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Once the last student was inside, Rose pulled the door shut behind her.

”Welcome to today’s lesson on awareness.”

Welcome to lesson two! I think you’ll like this one. I don’t plan on messing with the timeline for updates this time around. For this first post, just have your student react to the change – meeting in the hall, Rose being a bit less explanatory, etc. You’ll find out what’s happening in update one!

I will be updating for the first time on February 4.

Applied Magic: Lesson 2

Sat, 31 Jan 2026 17:36:42 +0000

7am
Friday
9 Dec 1921

Gideon sat quietly at the front of the class, waiting for the students to arrive. Today’s lesson was going to be very different from their normal work. Not only would the class be shorter than normal, but they wouldn’t be required to come to class on Monday if they didn’t want to. Although, he thought most would attend just for some help. And a break. Maybe a nap. Gideon smirked with the thought of what was to come.

One by one the tired students arrived, some yawning, very few looking awake in the slightest. Unfortunately for most, sleep wouldn’t be abundant for the next week.

"Good morning class. Today won’t be a standard lesson. Instead, we will be starting a week-long project meant to teach you patience, give you prospective and potentially bring some joy. Don't get too excited though, that outcome isn't expected. This is a solo project, but you will not be docked points if you help each other… cope with the material."

He knew they would end up helping each other, which was fine, as long as each student did the majority of their own work.

“As you know, we have worked a lot over the last couple months with the more domestic types of magic. You’ve worked well with the children when we visit the Children’s Home, which makes me believe most will do well with this project. Others will struggle, but you all have it in you to succeed.”

He was being purposefully vague, it was more fun that way.

“Today’s class will also be shorter than normal, so that you can take your project and get it set up in your dorm room, prior to your next lesson. All of your professors have been notified, so there will be no surprises when you arrive in your other subjects.” Many of the other professors were annoyed, but when he reminded them that most of the students were of child-baring age, they decided to allow the disruption. He hoped this would be the best type of birth control.

“In a moment, I will have you come up to the front of the class one-by-one to get the object of your lesson.” Bending down, Gideon retrieved a small toddler sized realistic looking doll. He put the “baby” on the table in front of him, a little boy with bright green eyes and brown curly hair. He was cute, if not a wee bit creepy. With a tap of his wand the eyes blinked and the little baby stood up. He didn’t move, just stood there.

“Class, I would like to introduce you to your lesson. Each of you will come up and be issued one, or for the lucky few, two babies. You will be required to care for them over the next week. Yes, the entire week. You will be issued a box of supplies to make this easier. There will be NO magic cast on the babies. EVERYTHING must be done by hand. Feeding, changing, bathing, soothing. Everything. If you break this rule, be prepared for a complete holy terror of a child. I recommend NOT breaking this rule.”

The faces staring back at him were a wide range of emotions, everything from complete horror to... dare he say, excitement?

"Obviously, this isn't your typical magic lesson. This term you have learned to apply magic in your daily life to make your life easier. But... Magic can't fix everything. Children are living breathing things. You can't cast a charm to shush them. You can't cast a charm to clean and feed them. Sure, a simple accio charm can make life easier, but when dealing with living beings you need to be hands on."

Gideon hoped they were listening. At this young age, many teens felt invincible while learning magic. It can do and solve all of life's problems! Which was actually not true at all. This lesson would hopefully show them that.

"When I call your name, please come forward to collect your..." Gideon looked at the little life like blinking doll. "Child." His mouth quirked up into a (slightly) evil smirk.

OOC! Hello and welcome to Lesson 2! Ok, LOTS of info below, please read it carefully.

At the end of your opening, where you will react to the nature of the lesson, please leave at the bottom the following:
1: TWO numbers between 1 and 8. (This will decide how many babies and gender, they can be the same.)
2: Pick TWO different colors. (This will decide how they sleep at night and naps.)
{Blue, Violet, Purple, Red, Orange, Yellow, Pink, Grey, Teal, Coral, White, Green, Crimson, Brown, Indigo, Navy}
3: Pick THREE:(There will be a table to help decide your child's general temperament. You need to pick 3 table fields. A-E & 1-5. EX: A4 B5 E1. These will correspond to different spots on the table)

The magical baby simulators are roughly 12-16 months old. Like normal children, they will have emotions, attitudes, meltdowns and the sweeter moments with giggles and cuddles. Your child's temperament will be decided based on your choices above, but with attention, soothing and patience, even the most persnickety child can be sweet and loving.

NEXT UPDATE Feb 5th

MEETING: A Matter For Afternoon Tea [OPEN]

Wed, 28 Jan 2026 04:33:02 +0000

Sunday, January 8, 1922,
Volunteer Break Room
2PM

Rae was practically bouncing.

From the moment Healer Graham first told her about the changes to be implemented and what it might mean, it was safe to say that Ruth Anaya had risen to and remained on cloud 9. Nothing could be better, except telling her she could graduate early and start her career. The fifth year had been so excited to share the news that when the healer said she had to make a run over to St. Mungo's, she insisted she be allowed to host the meeting on her own.

This wasn't open-heart surgery. Everything would be fine in her capable hands.

Rae had gotten the lounge set up, a small table providing refreshments that she figured they might enjoy, brief as she intended for the meeting to be. With the healer out, they couldn't very well all sit around snacking. A small break while the wing was quiet would be enough to get through everything.

The notice had been sent out to each common room's bulletin board the night before, giving all volunteers enough time to figure out they should be heading to the wing around this time even if they weren't scheduled for a shift like she happened to be.

"Come on in, help yourselves," she welcomed, waving them by her and through the threshold into the lounge.

There was hot chocolate, coffee, tea, mini muffins, scones – both sweet and savoury, crackers with jam and apple slices laid out. It was enough for a small treat, not enough to have them lingering while they indulged.

"Make yourselves comfortable, if you'd like. This shouldn't take too long." For those not assigned that shift, she assumed they would've liked to enjoy their Sunday afternoon.

For the moment, Rae remained at the door. There, with her trusty clipboard, she checked off the names of those who were in attendance. The rest, she would track down later to find out why they thought skipping out was the better option. If not her, they would still have Healer Graham to answer to.

OOC: Hello and welcome to the term's HW meeting! Completing this thread (3x4x4) will award you 10 points toward passing this club. Those 10 points will also be used as house points for your house. Nothing's really started yet, feel free to have your character come on in. Not signed up for the wing? No problem! Sign-ups are open all year round, and we'd love to have you. While there's no real 'time' for this meeting, I will be trying to keep the pacing going so that it doesn't linger unnecessarily for days. Subscribe to this thread so you don't miss the updates!

Spellcaster's Society: Drill #1

Tue, 20 Jan 2026 04:19:55 +0000

Saturday, November 5, 1920
Spellcaster's Society Club Room
2 PM

Was it already time to throw students into challenging situations to test how well they adapted and cast on their feet?

It would appear so.

In his new role of Charms Professor, Maddox was finding himself more interested in the outcomes of the drills he hosted. After all, he was now partially responsible for their competence with magic. Watching would also provide him the opportunity to see where any might be falling short and whether there was content that might be better covered again during a class review.

There would be much to consider, but only after this proverbial checkpoint of sorts.

With clipboard in hand, he stood before the group of gathered club members. Some still shot him sceptical side eyes as if anything he'd thrown at them in the previous term was really that bad. Some of the others looked ready and rearing to go. The latter might find that the drill wouldn't...quite be what they were expecting, but it would be a good test of their magical competence all the same.

"It's a beautiful afternoon for a drill," he said dryly, no particular urgency to be found in his tone. "Nothing that'll send you to the hospital wing or make it hard to fall asleep tonight. Just enough to keep you on alert." And perhaps reconsidering any thoughts of children.

He stepped aside, clearing the way to the clubroom's door.

"One by one, you'll enter. The room has already been set up. This won't be the door you exit through, turning back won't be an option. You'll have to make your way to the other side as always. Now then, who's first?"

They could begin when they were ready.

Round One

You've come prepared for a spellcaster's drill but instead find yourself standing in the middle of what is a rather mundane-looking library. The ceiling rises high above the ground. Not to be outdone, the shelves rise just as high. Rows and sections stretch before you in all directions. It's not the Hogwarts library; you're at least sure of that. This place is solemn and ancient, its heaviness weighing down on you with each moment that passes.

Surely, the professor doesn't intend for you to read your way to the end, but there are no immediate indications of the way forward. The floor is not collapsing; the walls remain in place. With each monotonous tick of the large clock on the far wall, you might begin to think it really is only a library.

Just when you might be considering that this isn't the right place, an ear-splitting scream rings throughout the echoing aisles.

What at first sounds like distress becomes audibly irate.

A clatter draws you into the neighbouring aisle: a toddler bearing a striking resemblance to the professor's son. The little boy runs along the shelves, grabbing at the spines of books and yanking them to the ground in the tantrum of the century. Red-faced and ornery, he stomps his way along. His shrill screams – horrendous as they are – don't constitute the real problem. He's a walking tornado of destruction, one that wiggles away every time you get close enough to grab hold of him yourself.

The little boy bolts down the aisle, where he grabs another book. This time, he pries it open before his little hands rip away mercilessly at the pages.

Talking won't help; he's obviously not listening, but something must be done and quickly, before the entire library suffers his tiny wrath.

OOC: Hi friends! Welcome to the first of 2 drills for the term! If you haven't already, take a look at the guidelines for how they'll work. Even though it's one student at a time, please just assume it was your character's turn and they headed in. No need to wait for anyone else to be finished. In order to qualify for full points, you must post in 3 rounds plus an ending post for a total of 4 posts. The drill will run for 9 days, and I'll be updating on a more frequent basis than lessons. This means that the more frequently you post, the sooner you can complete the drill. After 9 days, the thread will close for grading. Think of this as a somewhat 'timed' event. There's no one way to complete any round, as there are a few acceptable options, so get creative and go with your gut! Please don't RP the result of your spell, only the attempt of it. The results will be posted by me whenever I give updates. If I update before you've posted, don't worry about it! This is all within your time (within the 9 days). Only one spell is allowed per round, so choose wisely. Please make an OOC note at the very end of your first post (only) stating your character's magical strength for the drill. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to reach out <3

This drill ends on January 28.

Meet Your Prefect! Ruth Elliot

Tue, 13 Jan 2026 01:09:26 +0000

Meet Your Prefect:

First Last

ABOUT THE CHARACTER

Rae is and has always been unapologetically herself. The closer one gets to knowing her, the clearer it becomes that the girl bleeds green. This isn't because of any overt, ambitious manoeuverings but her singular and often inward focused view of the world. To put it simply, she is a girl who does what she wants, when she wants and for only as long as she wants. With more than a hint of a hedonistic streak, Rae is prone to self-indulgence, consequences be damned.

She is not easily deterred from the things she sets her mind to and, likewise, is not easily moved by things that don't hold interest for her. As a rule, she focuses on the things that kindle joy to the exclusion of everything else.

The exception to this can be found in her friendships and close bonds with those she shares a deep connection with in her life. For them, discomfort is a small price to pay to help them. The girl is fiercely loyal and often the first to jump in when someone crosses the line with one of her people.

Not one for strict enforcement, she's likely to let things slide in the capacity of prefect. "Live and let live" she'll often say, until you make it her problem, then she won't hesitate. When the stakes are you or her, she'll always look out for number 1.

ABOUT THE WRITER

Hi hi!

My name's Dani and I love writing problematic characters and complicated or intense plotlines.

I'm currently an English teacher in Japan, looking to head home this OOC spring or summer. If I'm not writing, I'm usually gaming. Wuthering Waves currently has the bulk of my attention but Genshin's holding on by a thread and Star Rail is the forgotten middle child I keep telling myself I'll log back into some day. Outside of my gacha babies, I occasionally play Animal Crossing: New Horizons, The Sims 4, and Cities: Skylines (both editions).

I first got into RPing when I was nearing the end of high school and have been on and off since. An RP was actually my introduction to the Harry Potter universe. Before then, I had no clue haha.

I'm not really good at talking about myself so I'll end it here but if you ever wanna plot or thread with Rae (or any of my other characters) feel free to send me a PM on site or a DM on discord! (@danidinardo)