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1 Mar 2026, 19:27

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Camille De Varenne | Hogwarts

1 Mar 2026, 19:28

YOU WAKE UP in what appears to be a living room. Not a single idea of where you are, or how you found yourself in such a place. A ray of moonlight pierce the thick curtains darkening the only window present, casting a strange glow over the scene. A rugged couch, a ticking clock and objects scattered in every corner — all lead to believe you stand in an abandoned manor. The broken chandelier hoovering over your head flickers once, before plunging the room in darkness. Blinking a few times, you manage to discern your surroundings slowly, as your eyes adjust to the ambient luminosity. You realize you are sat on an elegant armchair.

A MAP, FOUND BETWEEN THE PAGES OF A BOOK.

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You get up, and begin to explore. Your steps immediately bring you to the imposing bookshelves.

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The vastity of the room is quickly captured in one look, and though one can feel the long lost glamour still found in the sharp cut of a table, or the rusted gilded frames of the paintings adorning each wall, one can clearly feel the dust and time accumulated on every corner. Something about these abandoned halls feels familiar, a sensation you cannot quite pin down as of now. How very peculiar.

As you cast a heavy glance over the old furniture, destroyed by the likes of time, you cannot rid yourself of an odd sensation. Where are you? How did you get here, wherever here may be? A frown, headache threatening to unleash within your own mind as you search for a semblant of memory, anything that might set you on the lead of— you- you can't recover a single memory. As far as you search, only the present moment appears to be recovered by your conscience. How-? Who are you? And why can't you answer this relatively simple question? Fear weaving its way into you heart, you rush to the dusty mirror previously spotted across the room, wiping it frantically before positioning yourself, lifting your eyes to meet your gaze.

I SEND A PESTILENCE AND PLAGUE
INTO YOUR HOUSE, INTO YOUR BED
INTO YOUR STREAMS, INTO YOUR STREETS
INTO YOUR DRINK, INTO YOUR BREAD
UPON YOUR CATTLE, ON YOUR SHEEP
UPON YOUR OXEN IN YOUR FIELD
INTO YOUR DREAMS, INTO YOUR SLEEP
UNTIL YOU BREAK, UNTIL YOU YIELD
I SEND THE SWARM, I SEND THE HORDE
THUS SAITH THE LORD.

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EUGALP DNA ECNELITSEP A DNES I
DEB RUOY OTNI ,ESUOH RUOY OTNI
STEERTS RUOY OTNI ,SMAERTS RUOY OTNI
DAERB RUOY OTNI ,KNIRD RUOY OTNI
PEEHS RUOY NO ,ELTTAC RUOY NOPU
DLEIF RUOY NI NEXO RUOY NOPU
PEELS RUOY OTNI ,SMAERD RUOY OTNI
DLEIY UOY LITNU ,KAERB UOY LITNU
EDROH EHT DNES I ,MRAWS EHT DNES I
DROL EHT HTIAS SUHT

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A stranger stares back at you. Tan, ebony curls cascading down his neck upon his shoulders, a skinny frame, though strength may hide in the strangest of souls. And limpid green eyes staring right through you. A wave of panic washes over you, breathing hard as you clutch the nearest surface. Why can't you recognise yourself in a mirror? It is you, without a doubt, or the stranger facing you should consider a career in imitation. Amnesia. The world feels too heavy, and yet a certainty settles into your heart — you must recover your sense of self, and escape this odd mansion. Or your soul would be trapped, condemned to forever stare at estranged watercolour eyes. Your eyes set on a drawing strangely similar to you.

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It is indeed your features, staring at something on your left, lost in thoughts. A note is stuck to the back of the drawing, someone's? evaluation of his of your personality. You scoff, eyes skimming over what appears to be a report of the "peculiar" child you were. Insecure socially but competent academically, reserved — as your expression might have suggested — cold, jaded and sarcastic, prone to escapism, "lone wolf"? The person who wrote this certainly had a great deal to say about your person. "Slow to trust", "pessimistic"- you crunch the paper into a ball and send it across the room. Whoever wrote this certainly had in mind the objective of making you appear in your worst possible light. Another note, smaller, falls to the ground. This observant was kinder, depicting you as a funny and loyal child, easily embarrassed, who believes he has to work for things to earn them, as well as has a hard time accepting presents or opportunities. Sighing, you set it all aside, as it only reminds you of how little you currently know about yourself.

You loathes this sensation, that of not knowing which evaluation might be the most accurate, not knowing who you are, what defines you as a human being. Fist clenched, you pivote, and face the only portion of the room you have not been given a chance to explore yet — the opposite wall.

Odd. A bare, empty wall, stripped of every bit of character this entire room possess. Instead you are met with three doors. The first, simple, appears to be the picture of what someone would expect of a door in such a house. A sense of familiarity drawns you to it, as though your hand has circled the doorknob more times than you can count. The second, more imposing, hold an air of secrecy. Perhaps some of your memories are hidden behind it. The third looks different, taller and thinner. It does not seem to lead to a room. Which will be your choice, dear stranger?

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Camille De Varenne | Hogwarts

1 Mar 2026, 19:29

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YOU ENTER a smaller part of the house you currently wander in. As expected, your hand fits around the doorknob perfectly as though the simple gesture of pushing it open had been engrained in your mind from repetition. Upon stepping in, you are faced with the complete certainty that this — posters everywhere, mismatched sheets — is your bedroom.
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Aside from the ambient dust, this piece looks lived in, as though the owner might return at any given moment. Well, that owner is you, apparently. Perhaps any of the objects scattered at every corner of the room might stir some memories in your amnesiac head?

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Not much success then, apart from the terrible feeling you should know precisely what each of these awaken in your heart. Maybe some other pieces of this house will give you back your sense of self, more meaningful ones than some junk Mumbling, you suddenly notice a — journal ?

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Rugged and torn, one loose thread away from unraveling completely, you have indeed witnessed diaries in much better shape. Hesitant, you let your fingers run along the leathered cover, fearing what those pages might reveal. Sucking in a breath, you gently open it, and begin your lecture.

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EXTRACT FROM A PAGE OF THE JOURNAL
“Ilias’s upbringing was complicated. The Hawaiian boy was born into an unstable family of a single mother, barely a step into adulthood when she fell pregnant. His biological father, a man of a magical background, unbeknownst to all of them, has never been in the picture. The man was a tourist, leaving not a name, nor memory for the young Ilias, but a lifetime of trauma for the young woman who unfortunately met him. Circumstances and low-class poverty left her isolated and unsupported, and while she carried Ilias to term, the circumstances of his conception cast a long shadow. She did her best in those first years, moving to New York in search of a fresh start, trying to build a new life for herself, but the weight of resentment and financial struggles never fully lifted. By the time Ilias was four, she succumbed to substance abuse that made her unable to provide the stability he needed .”

EXTRACT FROM A PAGE OF THE JOURNAL
“With child protective services quickly stepping in, Ilias was forced into the foster system, where he’s for the last years been jumping between homes. Nothing ever seemed permanent, none of them working out long-term for various reasons: some were well-meaning but unprepared. Sometimes it was due to the family’s only interest in money over parenthood. Other times it was due to difficulty mixing existing children with Ilias, who, as time went on, became more jaded and cold towards strangers. By the time he was ten, options had run out, until a distant family in Montana, made aware of his situation, stepped in, albeit a few years too late to have saved him the turbulence. They took him in as a foster child, and that’s where he’s been living for the past year.”

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You now have? A name? Ilias Lahlou. It feels odd, rolling off the tongue. As though you were staring at a story behind a tainted glass, something not quite yours yet surely belonging to no other. You are unsure what these words spark within your mind, only you know you are but closer of finding the escape to this sinuous mind palac- mansion. You must return at once to the living room, and keep searching for more than the exit — yourself.

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You pivote towards the door through which you came, casting one final glance over the remnant of your childhood. This room felt eerily comforting, and yet suffocating. You are eager to get out of this bedroom, of this house.

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Settling a firm hand over the polished knob of the wooden doorknob, you push firmly, before realizing you actually need to pull. Idiot. Well, everyone makes mistakes. Now go.

RETURN TO THE LIVING ROOM

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Camille De Varenne | Hogwarts

RETURN TO THE LIVING ROOM (AND CLICK HERE THIS TIME, NOT THE DOOR.)

1 Mar 2026, 19:29

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YOU ENTER a darkly lit room, only a lightbulb flickering on the other side of it manages to cast a gloomy glow over the scenery. You freeze. Every single wall of this room is covered with hundreds, thousands of pictures. Not in a frightening way, you rather feel a sense of. bittersweet nostalgia than fear. Pictures, moments captured, souls loved enough to be printed and displayed. Perhaps. You might recall this forgotten love?
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Before you can begin another move, the lightbulb flicker once more, before completely shutting down, plunging the room in a complete darkness. Luckily, you had stopped an old flashlight upon entering.

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TEXT FOUND BEHIND THE RESPECTIVE PICTURES

Name Surname, xx/xx/xxxx. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Fusce al aliquet, magna convallis suscipit placerat, arcu leo efficitur ex, sit amet consequat nisi magna vitae lectus. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Fusce al aliquet, magna convallis suscipit placerat, arcu leo efficitur ex, sit amet consequat nisi magna vitae lectus. Vivamus vitae sit.

TEXT FOUND BEHIND THE RESPECTIVE PICTURES

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TEXT FOUND BEHIND THE RESPECTIVE PICTURES

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TEXT FOUND BEHIND THE RESPECTIVE PICTURES

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Once you have made your way around this true monument of memories and souvenirs carefully conserved, once your light has set upon each thought and name written upon their back, once you have contemplated their faces long enough, you feel something return to you. Another jigsaw of the puzzle? Either way, you need more. You are on the verge of completing the odd painting that is yours. A name, a face, a history, souls once beloved, what more? You need to continue your exploration.

Camille De Varenne | Hogwarts

1 Mar 2026, 19:29

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YOU ENTER a. hallway? You cannot properly distinguish what you're stepping into, as the light trying to enter these halls is obstructed by large stripes of black paint on every window. Heart pouding, you take a few hesitant footsteps into what you cannot see, into the unknown. A long succession of doors, so long you don't manage to discern the end of the corridor, even while squinting. As you take a few more steps, the door suddenly shuts behind you. You shake the doorknob. It's locked. You appear to have no choice.

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RUN

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A bad feeling settles over your bones, a silly one perhaps but right now your sole desire is to get out of here. You run, trying to open every door you can see.

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do not look behind your shoulder

(DO I CREEP YOU OUT, DO I CREEP YOU OUT?)

keep walking

(DO I CREEP YOU OUT, DO I CREEP YOU OUT?)

(DO I CREEP YOU OUT, DO I CREEP YOU OUT?)
RUN

do not stop

(DO I CREEP YOU OUT, DO I CREEP YOU OUT?)

reach for the door reach for the door

(DO I CREEP YOU OUT, DO I CREEP YOU OUT?)

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(DO I CREEP YOU OUT, DO I CREEP YOU OUT?)

In the ambient darkness, you manage to distinguish an door left ajar, the only one unlocked of this never ending hallway. Desperate, you throw yourself on the handle, shaking it up and down until it manages to open and let you through. Whatever this fright was, it's over. You're safe. Breathe.

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Camille De Varenne | Hogwarts

1 Mar 2026, 19:30

YOU EMERGE in a new room, frantically breathing as your heart thunders within your chest. The fright from the creepy hallway still remains instilled into your bones, and it takes you a good minute to calm yourself before looking up. Cameras. Well, not cameras, rather what they are seeing — countless screens on each wall, every single one depicting a new angle of the rooms you have just left. Scenes flicker, the red led on each camera signalling they have indeed been lit the entire time. Which means your frenzied run from invisible ghosts was captured. Swallowing hard, you make your way to the nearest, touching a few buttons. One suddenly rewinds, and you see yourself throwing your body at every door, banging until finally this open opens.

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Rolling eyes at this embarrassing display of your temporary panic, you toy with a few buttons, until an idea suddenly comes to you. If this room has truly captured every living moment of this strange mind palac mansion, then perhaps it has also scenes from prior to your awakening, which would allow you to retrace your steps.

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No time to lose, you quickly find a seat on the nearest chair and begin smashing the rewind key. Images unfold at godly speed as you squint, trying to seize a moment where you might have — there! You saw it, didn't you? Tapping a few times to adjust the time frame, setting every single camera on this same moment, and you lean back, waiting for your past to display itself. Some cameras appear to be linked to other places, as you almost discern tall trees and cliffs in the back.

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COMPUTER ONE

Reducio

ETERNA ERRANTE. ilvermorny. xx/09/2025. Ilias is struggling to settle into this new enviroment.
SOLVE ET COAGULA. elsewhere. xx/02/2o26. A faceless stranger haunts Ilias dreamscape.
THE RED QUEEN'S LABYRINTH. small hall. 17/04/2026. Ilias is teamed up with a group of Hogwarts syudents for a labyrinth game.
WONDERLAND WALTZ. courtyard. 17/04/2026. For the first time in years, he decided to face his fears and attend the spring ball.
BEING SNEAKY, AIN'T EASY. grounds. 17/04/2026. Ilias escapes the castle and gets unlikely company.
HEADMASTER'S OFFICE. ilvermorny. 02/06/2026. Ilias gets sent to meet the new Headmaster.
CREDERE ET FRANGERE. castelobruxo. 25/06/2026. The girl he's assigned a maloca with is his complete opposite.
POISON DART FROG VS. SURINAME GRASSHOPPER. castelobruxo. 26/06/2026. Once again, he's paired up with the strange Hogwarts girl for a hot game of capture the flag.
THE WILD AWAITS. castelobruxo. 27/06/2026. Ilias ventures out in the rainforest and discovers an abandoned ruin.

COMPUTER TWO

Reducio

NAME OF THE RECORDING. location. xx/xx/xxxx. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Fusce al aliquet, magna convallis suscipit placerat, arcu leo efficitur ex, sit amet consequat nisi magna.

You catch yourself smiling upon seeing all of those memories, recognising faces from another room. Turning your head, you notice a new room on the right.

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Camille De Varenne | Hogwarts

1 Mar 2026, 19:30

YOU MAKE YOUR WAY up to the door, gently push it, and suddenly a breath of fresh air reaches your lungs, as though you finally remembered how to breathe. Entering, you immediately notice the front door, imposing. And yet your eye is drawn to an odd table.

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Resting on top, four items. An arrow, a scalpel, the picture of a man, climbing shoes. Your breath catches, as you know you cannot leave without making a choice. Your journey gave you pieces of yourself, scraps to try and rebuild yourself. This is the final jigsaw waiting to fall into place. This is your sense of self. So, who are you?

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A SINGLE ARROW.
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A SILVER SCALPEL.
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A BURNT PICTURE.
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A PAIR OF CLIMBING SHOES.

A choice has been made. The right one, I hope, though I am not certain there is a wrong answer. For, after all, you are everything you have just discovered. You are your name, you are the stranger staring back at you in the mirror. You are what outsiders report of you, of your traits, however divergent their opinions may be. You are your friends, your family and the ones you cherish on this earth. You are the memories logged within your mind, the moment spent alone or within a crowd. And finally, you are the choices you make, how you define yourself. No matter your choice, I'm certain you have made the right choice. Now, shall we?

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The door is heavy, imposing, pristine wood polished until brillance. You do not know what awaits outside, and yet all it takes is a leap of faith. You have found yourself, Ilias, within the labyrinth of your own mind, who kept your memories away from you. Amnesia, fear — nothing stopped you from finishing your quest. Searching in every aspect of your life returned to you what you had lost, your sense of self. Welcome home, little one. Now it is time to enter the world with this newfound knowledge, with the certainty that you are one and whole. The door is standing before you. All you must do is push it. Or pull it, I never know. Stay safe.

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Camille De Varenne | Hogwarts

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stamina 6. ──── this serves as a numerical representation of how durable a player is.
evasion 6. ──── this is the representation of how good a player is at avoiding attacks.
strength 2. ──── this is how physically powerful a player is, used in physical attacks.
accuracy 10. ──── this is how accurate the player's action will be, physical or magical.
wisdom 7. ──── this is how good a player is at casting, controlling magic and noticing.
arc power 4. ──── this is how powerful and damaging a player's magical attacks are.

TROPHIES AND ACCOMPLISHMENTS ───────────────────── ABILTIES

01. Intuition ───────── a Seer's gift initially shows up as an early spark of intuition.
02. trophy or accomplishment name ──── description of the trophy or accomplishment.
03. trophy or accomplishment name ──── description of the trophy or accomplishment.
04. trophy or accomplishment name ──── description of the trophy or accomplishment.
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