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"Looks can be deceiving..."

F U L LXN A M E
Shane Xavier Montgomery

N I C K N A M E (S)
Shay, Monty, Xavi

B I R T H D A Y
June 18th

A G E
17

Y E A R
Seventh

S E X U A L I T Y
Omnisexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Japanese, Chinese, Korean, and Caucasian mix

H O M E T O W N
New Castle, England

H E X
#802e45

S T Y L E
His style isn't much to note, he wears what he wants, when he wants outside of classes. Anything with color, whites and grays, but more than not he can
be seen in black, patterns, especially layers such as jumpers, sweaters, jackets, and whatever else he feels like in the mood to wear. He isn't exactly one for fashion, but he does try his best, often coming off as boyish. Anything including skinny jeans and t-shirts, and jackets such as leather and pullover sweaters tend to be his go to clothing-wise. But on the occasion for a party or formal gathering, Shane is one that knows how to dress to impress.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5' 11" | 180cm | 154lbs | 70kg

A P P E A R A N C E
Shane's build is what many would describe as a twig with muscle, which caused many of the teachers to recommend that he tried out for Quidditch, but after adamantly saying he wasn't into sports they left it well alone. He's not very tall being around average height for his age. Much like many people his age he can eat and eat and put hardly any weight on, hence his rather small frame, except for his arms and legs which is where most of his natural muscle is found. His dark mousy hair contrasts against his darkened toned skin with his even darker eyes, almost highlighting the dark and sunken rings under his eyes. He in a sense is highly and conventionally attractive, full lips, strong jaw, and bright, friendly eyes put him on the more attractive end of the scale.

His hair is constantly messy either when let down and passed their shoulders, or is tied up in a tight pony-tail. By the end of the day Shay's hair is constantly messy as he is normally seen messing with his hair throughout the day. As for general looks, he basically screams the stereotypical young homosexual male stigma, or at least a more masculine type, maybe a combination of either. As Shane isn't afraid of representing his sexuality or gender, as he often has a bracelet or some other apparel like a necklace or what have you, with a flag or color combination on him in some manner. If someone doesn't like the way he carries himself, then they can speak to Shane personally. He spent much of his life hating himself for how he identified, and now they aren't going to have anyone else make him feel less of a person.

L I K E S
Cooking, wherever Shane is, you can be sure that he is either thinking about what to make, or is already cooking away in the kitchen in his free time // Music, singing and dancing, considering that he's one that can never stay still for long periods of time, it's never a shock that he loves all things that involve music // Shiny and fancy things, he's easily entertained and loves most things that have a shiny texture or appearance // Tea, especially the light and sweet ones that smell likes flowers // Animals, it doesn't matter whether big or small, or cute or scary, Shane loves them all especially the cute and fluffy ones // Sweets, he has a major sweet tooth and adores anything from basic sweet to cakes and muffins, as well as the sweets he can find since coming to the magical world // Chocolate Frogs // Meditating, it helps keep his head clear // Silence // Being well left alone // His personal space being respected // Being respected by others // Leadership, especially if he's in charge // Spell casting, he spends almost a concerning amount of time practicing his magic //

D I S L I K E S
| Liars, it shouldn't be shocking that he hates liars and being lied to. He has a history of people constantly lying to him, and it has caused him to be as guarded and distrustful of people unless he's known them for a long time | Authority, for the post part. He hates adults and being forced into doing something he doesn't want to do, often rebelling against orders which gets him into trouble rather often than not | Laziness, seeing as he is often working out or training or out in the field, he hates being seen as lazy or not moving for long periods of time | Shane despises being misunderstood or judged based simply off of his lack of interaction with others | Blood, he can handle some blood, but when it's an egregious amount if causes him to feel light-headed and sick to his stomach | Closed in spaces, he doesn't know why but whenever he gets locked away or forced into small spaces his fight or flight instincts kick in |

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Contrary to popular belief, Shane is very much so a massive introvert and his people skill is severely lacking in every sense of the word. He doesn't really know how to talk to people despite how he was raised and how high of a status he was born into, he doesn't do well when pressured or being bothered by most people he meets, choosing to remain silent and in the corner when in a crowd of people, or enough people to where he can blend in easily in the background. While most people would consider him an arrogant, selfish asshole, those who can break passed his barriers and walls that he's guarded himself with, they can see that he is actually rather kind and caring, but just chooses to keep himself walled off from most people as a way of keeping his circle of people small as well as keeping others safe as he finds himself to be a burden and a bad omen.

When it comes to people that he ends up having feelings for, either platonic or romantic, he will gladly protect them with his life and make sure they have a roof over their head and a full stomach and a warm place to sleep for the night. He refuses to get into other people's business and drama, as nothing good ever comes from digging into things he doesn't belong, he wouldn't turn away someone that truly needs help. Once people can see that he isn't a total ass, he can be rather caring and good to keep around as he is genuinely caring and wants what's best for people, just that he finds himself as too much of a danger for others to be around.

Shane is one that is quick to anger and being all too easily pissed off if one says the wrong thing, or seems to be nothing but trouble. When he is angered even by the littlest thing such as something being out of place or lost he will usually take a few minutes to calm himself down and recollect his thoughts. It is usually best to simply walk away and let him be when he is angered as touching him or trying to talk to him can usually be the last thing that one would want to do as he tends to physically lash out which can end with someone getting hurt and when his mind is cleared he would feel terrible and after making sure the person was okay that they should just leave and never see him again. While in reality he simply wants someone to tell him that he isn't really a monster or cursed, all that he really needs is a guiding hand that can help tame the darker side of him that he feels constantly brewing deep inside of him.

He isn't exactly sure why, but part of his past is entirely unknown to him and everyone else. He can only remember so much, and it's typically to only a few years when he first arrived at Hogwarts. He's tried everything to get his seemingly lost memories back but nothing has been able to summon what time he's somehow lost. He can't help but feel like part of himself is missing and he doesn't entirely know how to feel about it, like something important of his life was robbed from him and he'll never be able to find out what it was. Even if it is something he shouldn't uncover, he can't help but try to figure out what he's missing from his memory..

H I S T O R Y
Not much of Shane's younger years before he first attended Hogwarts is known, at least not to him for a large part. It's almost as if time itself was snipped out of his memory and nothing remains of life before he was eleven years old. At least most thing, some are hazy, faded memories that seem like a dream to him and he often questions if anything he even remembers are real or if they were all simply dreams made up from an overactive memory. But for as long as Shane can remember, he spent the majority of his early years moving from orphanage to orphanage until he landed in a small family in New Castle, England, with his current adopted family.

Being raised by a muggle family with a middle class status wasn't a bad thing, as he had most things he could want as a child. but when his magical abilities finally began to make themselves known, his family didn't know what to do and were quite frankly scared of the new revelation that the child they adopted was somehow a wizard and could make things float and shatter simply at the will of his mind. His questions for the most part were finally answered as the answer came in the form of a letter to a school known as Hogwarts, which was a place for people like Shane. A place where he could attend school, get a proper education, and learn to control his abilities. His foster family didn't know what to think at first and thought it was simply a joke before a knock came at the door, and two figures greeted them with smiles. Introducing themselves as Septima vector and Neville Longbottom, two professors sent from Hogwarts to bring properly invite their child to said boarding school.

Shane's parents didn't know what to think at first, but after the two magic users confirmed that he would be safe and well looked after and be made certain that he would be able to learn how to control his special gifts, as well as try to help figure out who his parents were. With a promise like that, Shane had no choice but to go. To try and figure out who he was, as well as his parents, and with the truth of being a wizard, how could he say no?

Years had passed and Shane had learned far more than he had expected, but mainly in the studies he had taken in his seven years at Hogwarts. Between making friends, however few he may have made, to learning to control his powers and abilities, specifically spell casting and dueling, something he had an unnatural talent for even at a young age. Shane has excelled in his studies and plans on becoming an eventual professor at the school, if not an Auror when he graduates. But even with all of the knowledge he's gained, he can't help but feel like something is missing. Like part of himself, just as much of his history itself is missing. All he's been told is that his birth parents had been killed by former Death Eaters and that is all they were able to gather, not even knowing the identities of his parents. Something, that he feels isn't entirely true...

B L O O DXS T A T U S
Muggleborn (Presumed) | Pureblood

W A N D
Hawthorne, Unicorn Hair, 10", reasonably springy

P A T R O N U S
A black-bear

H O U S E
Gryffindor

B O G G A R T
Himself with blackened, hallowed eyes

F A M I L I A R
Shire, his black cat from first year.

S P E C I A L I Z E SXI N
Spell casting, Dueling, and Transfiguration

F A V O R I T EXC L A S S
Ancient Runes

T A L E N T S
Dancing, he's rather good at it despite people never knowing it as he is rather shy about other people seeing him dance, unless alcohol is involved // Parkour, Shane spent much of his time running across buildings and around his home town as a means of keeping himself in shape // He knows how to play the electric guitar and even brought it with him to Hogwarts //

S T R E N G T H S
Shane is a strong spell caster and is able to cast silent spells without a wand // He has a strong sense of determination and focus, he knows when to get the job done // Reading, he spends much of his time in the library // Puzzle solving, he's able to read ancient runes and languages //

W E A K N E S S E S
The fact he gets scared easily, anything from a simple bump in the night to seeing someone get injured causes him to begin to hyperventilate and panic // Shane's natural leaning towards reckless behavior, and borderline dangerous ideas of fun, it isn't surprising for him to act on instinct instead of thinking things through first // His anger, he's prone to outspurts for no apparent reason // The fact he doesn't remember much of his past and what he does remember aren't good memories, he constantly feels like he doesn't know who he is // He can't fly on a broom to save his life //

A N I M A G U S
Due to his knack for Transfiguration and love of trickery, it wasn't a shock when he said that he wanted to learn and hone the skill as well for himself. He took on the form of a medium sized black wolf and often shifts into his animagus form whenever he goes about the grounds of Hogwarts.

So begins...

Shane Montgomery's Story

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#2020-08-19 20:44:42, as written by Sorella

Cassie Lightborn

|Gryffinfor | Quarter Veela | #A7D3CF|

Cassie was way too excited to actually sleep well on her first night back. It had always been this way for her for every time she came back her. The red head was just always so ecstatic to see all her friends again and be in the halls of Hogwarts to really want to sleep and wait for the first official day back.

That was what the girl would miss most about being graduated from this place. She was going to miss all the people she could have a conversation with or all the intense Slytherin-Gryffindor quidditch games and yes, Cassie was even going to miss Harvey and his little breakdowns. So when it rolled around to six in the morning Cassie was already in her robes and sitting on her bed until it was a bit more of an acceptable time to bother people.

Immediately as sound could be heard throughout the entire area, Cassie pushed her way out into the common area, to which she hadn't even seen Shane quite yet. Her eyes continued to scan the room and so far she could spot her little sister and a few others, until she saw it. The furrowed in eyebrows, the lips pressed together almost as if they refused to talk, it was Shane and immediately she walked over to him and lightly poked his side.

"Mornin' knuckle head. Don't be too grouchy okay?" She said giving him a looking and wagging her finger in front of him before she walked off. She knew it was a bad idea to stay linger around him, so she ended up walking towards the great hall and grabbing a seat.

By the time most of the people were in the Great Hall, Cassie had been sitting between Mac and Harvey, and she was about to say something to them when she could hear a voice in the distance. She could feel the shift on her face as a grin spread across it.

"You wish you even stood a chance!" Cassie said loud enough for Jessie and Eden to hear her. Then she turned to Mac and Harvey.

"Did you guys put your names into the tournament?"

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#2020-08-20 21:26:17, as written by Wolf's Bane109

Shane Montgomery

Gryffindor | Animagus | x|x #802e45

Shane was one of the few students to stay back at Hogwarts when everyone else went back to their families for Christmas break. With not much of a family life outside of Hogwarts, or even in the school grounds, he didn't have much of a reason to leave for the holiday. Family matters were a messy situation that he didn't feel like getting involved in, and hadn't looked back to going back home during breaks ever since his third year. Not like his family wanted him back anyway. He was seen as nothing but trouble, and kept to himself when he did go home, locking himself in his room and just staying to himself. Less trouble for others, and less of a pain in the ass for him having to deal with people.

McGonagall was one of the few people that understood Shane's reason for staying, and gladly accommodated him each time, making sure he had everything he'd need and left him to his own devices, but always left her office door open to him if he ever needed anything. Which, was few and far between, but he did come to her with more questions, which sadly she didn't know anything that was of any help. His birth parents were an enigma to everyone, even her. Shane wasn't looking forward to when the others would return, he liked the quiet and peace he had in the castle, and the dorm rooms. But, it wouldn't last long, and on que as always, two weeks later everyone was back, and things were going as smoothly as he knew they would in the following weeks since then.

Waking up again at early hours wasn't something he struggled with, if anything it kept him in routine and in pattern. It helped him at least know a few things about his life and who he was, and that's all that mattered. He was wide awake in the common-room about two hours earlier than everyone else, reading a book by the fireplace before the first toll of the morning bells signaled it was time for breakfast. He finished putting his book down on the side table by the time a familiar voice called out to him as she poked him in the side. Cassie Lightborn. One of the Gryffindor Quidditch team members, part Veela, and one hell of an annoying presence that was a constant thorn in his side. But, he couldn't deny that she had her charm about her, and she was one of the least annoying people he knew, even if she did tend to bother him. With a heavy sigh, he rolled his eyes at her comment, "I wasn't going to, but you might have just ruined it, Red." he called out. Shaking his head for a moment before he too began to make his way to the Great Hall for some food before classes started.

Shane entered the Great Hall a few short minutes later, and felt all eyes go on him for just a fraction of a second before people went back to whatever they were doing if it wasn't filling their faces with food or spreading gossip. He made his way down the aisle to his seat at the Gryffindor side as he heard one of the Slytherin's heckle the Gryffindor team, as they had a game later that day. Without even making eye-contact or any indication to acknowledge the person, he brushed passed the girl in question, pushing her into the table slightly as he silently walked past. "The fuck is your problem, mate?" Jessie called out as she had spilled some water all over her from being pushed into by Shane. Who simply gave a small shrug of his shoulders as he continued to walk down to his spot and take a seat, which was far away from the others. He looked back up across the way to make the briefest of eye-contact with the Slytherin Seeker, and gave a silent wink before turning back around, eating his breakfast.

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#2020-08-25 08:24:43, as written by lightningpoint

✧･ﾟ: *xxR a e g a nxxxxD u r h a mxx*:･ﾟ✧

Slytherin / #8FBC8B / Seventh Year

xxxWelp, Raegan and mornings never go well together in the same sentence. So it's no surprise they chose to sleep in rather than wake up early and have enough time to get ready and look presentable. After just barely washing their face and brushing their hair, they strutted down to the Great Hall excitedly. They had a Quidditch game scheduled for today and they were more than ready to get back on their grind, plus it was against Gryffindor and winning against their long-time rivals (even though it was mostly just for fun now) would be great for their ego.

Rae trained every day on Christmas break with their father, and now that it was their last year at Hogwarts, they had to make an impression if they planned on going pro. So this last few months: no distractions, no (unnecessary) flirting, no big elaborate pranks. Or at least that's what they told themselves.

Once in the Great Hall they passed by a few other students, like their fellow teammates Jessie and Eden, giving them both a smile and a thumbs up, signaling they were happy and ready for the game. Then proceeded to sit down in front of none other than Rose. No surprise there either, both were not only roommates but also pretty darn close.

"Hey Rose! Have you seen Raul? Couldn't find him this morning," they had fallen apart just before the break and Rae was trying to mend their relationship back together, in spite of her ego. So she spoke of the first thing that came to mind, her rat, and tried to maybe get Rose to actually talk to her other than formalities.

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#2020-08-31 18:17:54, as written by Kohananinja

McKenna James // Gryffindor// 7th Year Animagus // Location: Great Hall

Mac hated Christmas. Not a popular opinion to have among her peers, but it was true. It had nothing to do with the weather, or decorations, or an abundance of grinchy tendencies, just that the holiday season hadn’t held a lot of cheer for her since Mac was ten. Christmas meant either empty halls in a too quiet castle, or awkward stilted silence with her mother in her boyfriend’s new townhouse. Living in the muggle world was like trying to fit herself into a skin that was too small, too itchy to keep on for long. It was claustrophobic, not to mention exhausting trying to play act at being something she wasn’t. It was a farce she’d never been able to keep up for long, and there lay the problem. Her mother never said it aloud, but Mac knew magic made her uncomfortable. Andy, Mac’s step father to be if she was reading the signs right, was a nice man, as average and muggle as they came. He had no clue what Mac was, nor had they ever really made it past the stilted pleasantries of near strangers enough for her to believe that was ever going to be a wise thing to change. Magic had ruined one chance at love and happiness for her mother, the least Mac could do was not sabotage her second. So mostly Mac just stayed at Hogwarts for the holiday, and no one ever protested too loudly, if at all. It was just easier for everyone that way.

Mac wasn’t alone at Hogwarts exactly, there were others even in her own house, like Coal and Shane, who usually stayed as well. But Shane was well…Shane, no amount of holiday misery bonding was really going to change that, and even Coal tended to be unusually...quiet. It was the only time of year Hogwarts felt cold to her, though Mac infinitely preferred staying in the only place that had felt like home to her in a very long time. Still, it left her antsy, anxious for a return to the usual noise and bustle of students in the castle. Excitement pent up during the weeks of their absence. So if Mac went a little overboard once everyone returned well...who could blame her really? Harvey apparently, as he gave her an impression of his best ‘disapproving prefect’ stink eye as he blandly ate his oatmeal. They both knew who was behind the army of purple origami otters currently running amok across the Hufflepuff table, and her smug glance as she watched a few of her brave little minions nestling up into the dark curls of Roan’s hair did nothing to dissuade her friend's suspicions. Mac had been on something of a tear lately, not unusual for the first couple weeks back, but considering they had a game today, her focus was usually more single minded toward quidditch.

“For the love of Merlin, please tell me that’s all you did.” Harvey groused with a sour look, watching as some of the otters started swimming figure eights in some of the goblets of unsuspecting Hufflepuffs, including their Care of Magical Creatures Professor, who had picked up a few to take with him to the staff table so he could examine them more closely. The far more amiable of the Leahy Professors seems to have befriended her little creatures, which...wasn’t really surprising given what she knew of the man. “Now?! Really?! We have a game today Mac, I think Professor Leahy might actually murder me if we lose.” Harvey hissed, appearing genuinely nauseous at the thought of reporting into their head of house should they not perform at their absolute highest caliber today. A quick glance at their DADA professor and her sharp green eyes burning a hole in Mac’s back was all it took to know that the head of Gryffindor had also pinpointed very quickly who was behind the lavender otter hoard menacing the Great Hall, though so far she’s made no move to stop it. Mac shot her a cheeky grin, which earned a golden brow raised in return. “Gibs, I am shocked and offended by those hurtful accusations. How could you ever think me capable of such a thing?” Mac shot back a transparent denial. Coal’s snort was immediate, but he didn’t comment further.

“I would never-” Mac’s defense was suddenly cut off by a loud series of popping noises emanating from farther down the Gryffindor table, pink glittery foam bubbling forth from Orion’s bag, sticky and clinging stubbornly to anything it touched, namely the boy in question as it grew larger and began spreading out and up. “Do any such thing to someone we're playing against today…” Mac finished with a sour look of her own. She was going to have to tinker with the formula there a bit. That little present wasn’t supposed to go off until potions class.

“The sparkles were a nice touch.” Coal added mildly. “Maybe a pinch of itching powder next time though to really give it some flare..” Mac’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. Now that was some helpful feedback, so not a total loss it seemed.

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Harvey Gibson // Gryffindor// 7th Year // Location: Great Hall

Harvey’s eye honest to god twitched. This was it, today was the day they drove him over the edge. There was a nice padded room waiting for him in St. Mungo’s, because reining in this bunch was driving him insane! Between Mac’s antics, Coal cheering her on, and now Shane actively antagonizing the Slytherin quidditch team, there was never a moment’s peace. Cassie retorting back at the Slytherin team’s heckling was fair enough, but that was all it took for Cal to jump up in his seat no doubt prepared to start spouting a litany of taunts all his own, and Harvey had to physically yank him down by the shirt tail. “Sit down and eat your breakfast. Protein go!” Harvey barked, and the younger Gryffindor chaser grudgingly complied, shoveling a whole slice of bacon in his mouth as he chewed with a pointedly grumpy look at the Slytherin table. Cal was a good kid, but a little excitable sometimes. Harvey didn’t need him doing something stupid to get tossed out of the game before it had even started.

As Cassie turned the subject to the tournament, Harvey’s demeanor became a bit more uncomfortable. Of course he’d signed up, how could he not? It was a proving ground only a handful of witches and wizards each generation were chosen worthy to even compete in. And there was the problem. Signing up wasn’t the same thing as being chosen. There was a part of him dreading the upcoming ceremony, that knew what the goblet’s decision was going to be. Harvey had never exactly measured up to the Gibson name, his famous siblings each shining stars in their respective fields. How was he ever going to look any of them in the face again after so public an admission of his inadequacies? Part of him didn’t even want to admit having signed up, plausible deniability and all that, but Cassie had asked, and he wasn’t going to lie about it either, so instead he just nodded, pensively taking another bite of his oatmeal.

“Yeah, did you?” Mac replied to Cassie’s question cheerfully, and Harvey was glad to let her take over the conversation from there.

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#2020-09-03 09:23:47, as written by Wolf's Bane109

Jessie Carter

| Slytherin | Parseltonguex| #026e4f |

Jessie chuckled as Eden confirmed that he was ready to kick some Gryffindor ass later, which she was looking forward to greatly. She felt the corners of her lips curl into a grin as Cassie called back with her own quip, "We'll see, if you decide to show up on the pitch that is!" Jessie retorted. Looking back at Eden, as he shifted his position on the bench so he could look at her properly. She tilted her head quizically for a moment as he brought up the Valentine's Dance they were going to be hosting for the Tournament this year. She rolled her eyes as an exasperated sigh escaped her lips, which quickly turned into a clenched jaw and furrowed eyebrows at her friend's next comment. Quickly getting a good right hook in his arm as he tried to get away, "I honestly don't know what you're talking about. I don't have any date in mind, nor do I plan on going, honestly." she retorted under an equally hushed voice as she shot him a heated glare for a moment. "Besides, if I had anyone in mind, why the hell would it be Gryffindor? They're all a bunch of stupid and pret-uh...Pretentious assholes that I have no interest in whatsoever." she recovered quickly. Brilliant save, Jessie. Truly. Barely being able to catch herself as her mind scrambled to find the right words.

"And for that, I hope you get taken out by a Bludger later toda-" Jessie was cut off mid-sentence as she was suddenly pushed forwards into the table by someone passing behind her. Causing her to lose her grip on her cup and spill water all over herself. The young Slytherin shot her head over her shoulder to see Shane quickly stomping his way down the aisle between the tables, "The fuck is your problem, mate?" she shouted at him, only receiving a small shrug of his shoulders in a response. Tossing her hand up quickly for a moment to give him a quick middle finger, before turning back around.

"Scratch that, I want him to get taken out by a Bludger." she mumbled back to Eden, grabbing something to help dry her off. "I honestly don't know what I did to piss that jackoff off so badly, but at this point I don't even care. i just want it to stop." Jessie muttered. Her eyes scanned the room to see Shane sitting down at his table, returning his smirk with her own thousand mile glare. Maybe if she stared at him long enough he'd combust. One could wish anyway, god knows how many people would pay to see that happen.

"Well, now that my morning has been officially ruined, I really am glad we get a game today. I need something to hit." Jessie grumbled. There were very few people that genuinely pissed her off in this school, and even fewer people that she enjoyed being in their company of. And sometimes, even those people couldn't help out way the countless assholes that resided in each house. "How much trouble do you think someone would get in if...I don't know...Somehow Shane's hair were to somehow turn purple? Or even green? I know he hates green. Especially...bright green? Like Slytherin Quidditch uniform green." she questioned Eden, "Hypothetically speaking, of course?" the young Slytherin gave her friend a small wink and smile before going back to finish the last few bites of her food before classes started, seeing how they had Potions first meant things were going to be tense right off the bat, which was just wonderful and exactly what she needed with how her day was going so far. If things were going like this so early on, hell knows what the rest of the day held in store for her. And she was not in the mood for any of it.

Castiella Monroe

| Hufflepuff | Werewolf x|x#a82b02 |

Cas shot Elise a short look as the half Veela told her not to worry about it, or that she can take the heat next time they got in trouble, thanks to her Veela charm, getting away with things happened to be easy. Well, easier anyway. While Cas did appreciate the perks it came with, they knew they couldn't abuse that so much, that and they needed to step up in matters of being a Prefect. "I think it's best we don't uh...Abuse that as often anymore...I don't think we can get away with it all the time, El. But I do appreciate it." Cas said with a small chuckle. Giving her a playful wink, as well as returning the heart-shape gesture to Elise before turning their attention to the tables across the room, seeing a bit of a commotion going on between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Their jaw clenched slightly as they tried to notice what was going on.

Cas arched an eyebrow as they somewhat heard Elise's question, taking a moment to try to piece together it fully. "Oh uh, I'm actually not sure yet. I know it's part of the Tournament and everything but, I may pass it up. But, we could always go as a group, like you said. But don't let me stop you from all finding dates, ya know? I want you all to be able to enjoy yourselves." they said with a smile, before looking back over as they heard voices shouting off in the same direction as before. A small growl erupted from their throat, which sounded more like an annoyed groan as they could feel their blood coarse through their veins, a small burst of anger crept through them easier than it would otherwise, seeing as the fullmoon was tonight, which would explain why they slept in so late again. "Excuse me for a moment, ladies...I'll be right back. Just give me a second to deal with something." Cas flashed them a quick smile before standing up, and began to make their way across the room towards the commotion between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Just being able to make out that it was Shane clearly bothering Jessie and her friends. Of course he did, why wouldn't he? He was always being a royal tool, and Cas wasn't sure if it was them being a werewolf that made them prone to annoyance, or just Shane existing at all.

The Hufflepuff took a deep breath, as they formed a tightened fist by their side as they sauntered over to the long haired, male Gryffindor. "I'm just gonna say this once...And once only..." dragging their black painted nails across the table to the cup in front of Shane, holding it with their hand, and took a sip. Water. Perfect. Cas flashed him a small grin before swiftly dumping it onto his head. Water spilling all over him. "You fuck with my Snakes again, or anyone else for that matter, and we'll have issues. Do you fucking understand that?" they questioned. Shane simply shook his head as he attempted to dry himself off.

"I don't know what you're problem is...But how about you fuck off-", Shane started as he turned towards Cas. Who simply only grabbed him by his shirt, and pushed him into the table. "I don't give a single flying fuck what you have to say. But you pull something off like this again, I will bring it to the Professors, and I really don't think it would look good on you for that. Now would it?" Cas mused. Shane clenched his jaw as he looked up at the Hufflepuff, "No...No it wouldn't." he replied dryly. Cas returned a wry smile, "Good. Now sit the fuck down and leave them alone." Cas said as they released his shirt from their grasp as they stepped back, finally looking around to see that dozens of students and even some teachers had stopped and been watching the entire encounter unfold.

Castiella straightened out their clothes, "What?" they said with arms raised, as if encouraging anyone else to try something. The other students simply shook their heads and went back to their business, not getting involved. "Good..." Cas huffed, shoving their hands back into their pockets as they made their way back to the table, casting a quick glance up at the few teachers that were in the Great Hall eating breakfast as well. Ronan, the Quidditch coach for Slytherin shot them a small wink and nod of approval before going back to her food. As Castiella made their way back, they noticed several origami otters fluttering around the Hufflepuff table, taking a quick glance at Mac, they stuck out their tongue and flashed her a wink. Sitting back down next to Lex, Cas let out an exasperated sigh, "Sorry about that...I smelt some bullshit and just...ya know...Did what I do best." Cas gave a small wink to their friends.

"But in other news, as for the Tournament. I so put my name in. Even if I'm not chosen, it's worth to put my name in, seeing how it's my last year and all. Figured why not. Might as well try." they shrugged, turning to grab at least some food while they still could. Mainly just some bread, two apples, while also dropping a few cookies into their pockets for later. Truly was a miracle how their robes were always kept clean and not stained with food by now.

"But, what I was thinking is...For those that are picked by the Goblet, we should maybe all hold bets to see who lasts the longest before they tap out. See who cries first, ya know, the usual that we've heard rumors about from other people." Cas said with a small chuckle and grin before going back to eat some more food before classes started. But their mind was busily focused on the fact it was going to be a full moon that night, they'd need to figure out some way of getting out of the castle again, they were slowly running out of viable options and excuses, and they weren't one to reuse answers. God forbid someone catch onto it and figure things out before they had a chance to explain for themselves, yet again.

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#2020-09-20 11:38:17, as written by partially-stars

eden thomas

slytherin | #ff9b81 | metamorphmagus

xxxpassing every face you see the first time
xxxsinging every piece as you walk by
xxxproving that with all of my mistakes
xxxthat we are not the same Cassie’s reaction to their bad-mouthing made Eden laugh as he returned Raegan’s thumbs up. He pitied the staff members that were going to have to deal with them during the day as they all waited and just got more and more excited for the game, a thought that was further proven by Jessie continuing the bad mouthing.

He knew by Jessie’s reaction what was about to come and saw the punch coming but didn’t move out of her way quickly enough to avoid taking the right hook to the arm. It hurt like hell, but it just made him laugh. Her comments about the Gryffindors just made him teasingly raise an eyebrow and take a long drink out of his glass. Shane’s arrival and actions provided a welcome distraction though. Eden handed Jessie his napkin to help her dry off as well. “He’s just a dickhead, sweetheart.” His face lit up at the suggestion of revenge. “Oh… I don’t know. They’d have to get caught first, of course. But if they roped in a few others and just happened to know a metamorphmagus who could shift the blame… well, who’s to say?” He mused. The arrival of a certain redhead to the Gryffindor table made Eden’s grin widen. He nudged Jessie’s leg with his and tipped his head towards Shane and Cas. “Looks like Mama Cas is dealing with him for us. I bet we- er, whoever would hypothetically dye his hair green could rope them in to help.”

Eden didn’t have to look and see who it was that was leaning their head on his shoulder. He knew almost instinctively who it was by their gentle manner. He leaned his head against Ophelia’s momentarily to comfort her. “Shane was being a dickhead and Cas just dealt with him for us. And we’re discussing the Valentine’s Ball. Are you gonna be coming, Ophelia?” He asked.

Cassie arrived on the other side of Jessie, and Eden leaned forward to look at her. “Hey, Cassie, we’re talking the Valentine’s Day Ball. Are you going? Got anyone special in mind for a date?” He asked, keeping the look on his face innocent so he’d be less likely to have a bludger aimed directly for his face later.

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#2020-09-20 20:54:29, as written by Wolf's Bane109

Jessie Carter

| Slytherin | Parseltonguex| #026e4f |

Jessie’s attention managed to be broken up part way when she heard a small scuffle coming from the direction she had been looking at previously. Familiar, but hushed voices seemed to be having a conversation, and the young Slytherin looked back over her shoulder to see Cas having pushed Shane into the table, and was clearly threatening him. She couldn’t help but form the smallest of smirks on her face at the not so subtle display between the Gryffindor students and Hufflepuff Prefect. Shane was an utter asshole, and she couldn’t blame Cas for coming to her defense. She watched as Cas walked away, giving Cassie a small high five, and gave the Hufflepuff an approving nod and wink. Looking over at Raegen as she noticed them coming in and gave them a small wink and smirk in return for the thumbs up.

Shaking her head for a moment as she folded her arms over on the table before taking the napkin that Eden offered and patted herself dry as much as she could, it was better than nothing. She gave Eden a small chuckle at the comment of Shane being a dickhead, “You can say that again, yeah.” she muttered. But at his retort of her suggestion of revenge, she gave him a genuine smile and nod as she giggled somewhat energetically that lasted but a moment. “This is why you’re my favorite.” she grinned as she momentarily ruffled his hair and grabbed him by the chin.

As Eden mentioned Cas, she nodded, “Oh of course. Shane should know not to fuck with us by now. Cas is always on his ass about this shit. If he even had an iota of brains he’d know that by-” she quickly took a short pause as Ophelia sat down, not wanting to bring down the poor girl’s mood or cause her any unnecessary stress. She already had more than enough shit to deal with in her own life. They weren’t exactly as say Ophelia and Eden were but, Jessie felt like she needed to look out for her specifically, putting her health conditions aside. She just didn’t know why.

“Hey, Phi. And eh, You know. Just Shane and his usual shit.” Jessie muttered, before she took a bite of toast, letting Eden explain things. Her eyebrows raised as she shot a quick glance over to the Hufflepuff table across the hall, “Aaand it looks like there are now paper otters on their table…” she chuckled slightly, damn Mac and her shenanigans. Giving the Gryffindor a small wink of approval.

Jessie rolled her eyes once more as her brain went back to the comments aimed from Cassie about the game, letting those small ones roll off her back like water to a duck's back. Sure, they lost a few to Gryffindor, but...They won some, and today would be no different. She could feel it. They had to win at least once more, pride be damned. She wasn’t in the mood to lose.

For what felt like the third time in just an all too short amount of time, Jessie found her attention being taken back to the direction of that one spot of the Gryffindor table, but only to see Cassie sitting down right next to her on her left, as Eden and Ophelia were on her right. The Slytherin rolled her eyes as an exasperated and overd-dramatic breath escaped her lips. “What didn’t he do?” she mumbled dryly. “First, he’s a royal pain in everyone’s ass, pretty sure you can agree that much, Cassie. And second, he seems to get off on only ever really targeting me, for whatever reason. So, there’s that.” Jessie stated plainly, before taking her cup of water and took a sip. Which she almost immediately choked on at Eden’s mention of the Dance, she knew exactly what he was trying to do. She shot him a glare as she placed her cup down, “I retract my earlier statement, you’re the absolute worst.” she muttered.

Jessie soon side-eyed Cassie as she swiped a piece of her food from the plate. A small grin creasing her lips for just a moment before it disappeared. Deep in thought. For just a moment.

“You also could just ask if you wanted to share my food, right? You don’t always have to steal it, I thought that was against Gryffindor House rules. And please, we have better things than just toast compared to you lot, trust me.” the blonde said with a small wink before turning to look a few seats down from the table, locking her eyes on a small, fifth year, male Slytherin student. “Hey shortstack, pass the jam spread, please?” she questioned with a short whistle. Kieran shot her a glare as his eyebrows knitted together for a moment, “Why…?” his voice was low, as if not wanting to answer the request behind it as his mouth was full with food.

The young Slytherin leaned in close across the table, keeping her voice low, “Because I will break you with my god damn boot if you don’t? Now, just pass me it, please.” putting extra emphasis on the please. Kieran’s eyes widened slightly, but not before rolling his eyes as he picked up the small plate with various jelly and jam spreads available. As it was handed over, another hand grabbed the plate and walked onto the other side of Cassie as the figure sat down. “Oh come on. Astrid, I’m not in the mood for this shit. Why do you always have to do this to me?” Jessie questioned with an annoyed tone as she looked over at the dark haired Slytherin. “No, but your reactions always are worth the extra effort.” Astrid stated, her light Scandinavian accent coming out for just a moment. Jessie shook her head, “You’re all going to kill me one day, I just know it.” Jessie stated dryly, placing two fingers to either side of her head. Astrid chuckled and handed Cassie the plate of jams and jellies for the toast, “There you go, Sweetheart.” she flashed Cassie a smile before quickly eating some food as she too woke up rather late. She’d need the food for the extra boost of energy for the day. Smiling happily.

With a small sigh, Jessie lifted her head back up and craned her neck to look back at Cassie, propping left leg up onto the bench, keeping her foot flat against the bench as she rested her arms atop her knee, “Alright, so aside from stealing food from me, and terrorizing me. What else are you doing over here, Lightborn? You don’t usually bother me unless you want something from me.” she eyed the red haired Gryffindor up and down for a moment, “So, what is it?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, not once taking her eyes off from Cassie. Waiting patiently.

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