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@Edwin Westbridge | @Oliver Armani | @Meyra Lancaster | @Raizel Voltrouz

There was a buzz that had echoed through the halls of Hogwarts shortly after the latest edition of the Daily Prophet had been delivered to the school. Both student and staff were likely still reeling from the terrorist attacks only a few weeks prior, but now with an official publication casting blame those emotions were stoked like the coals of last nights fire. Harvey had been left feeling almost hollow since the attacks in Hogsmeade. It was the first time in his life that he had to deal with such a tragedy and processing it all was proving quite difficult. He was surely not the most empathetic of people, but just thinking about the sheer loss of life left him breathless at times and confused as to how anyone could commit such an atrocity. The young Mr. Barrows was proud of his heritage and also felt compelled to advocate for the rights of half-breeds and other magical creatures, but never would he condone murder as a way of seeking justice.

That sentiment had hit him hard when he read the Prohet article that was blaming SCAR for the attacks. Could the organization really be responsible for such a thing? Surely the way to make long and lasting change was to consolidate power, not to lash out in such a destructive way. The people should be looking to obtain seats of power within the ministry. The should be aligning powerful families like his own to use their resources to push the agenda along. To throw it all away in an act of terror would only set them back further. That's why the article did not sit well for the boy. There were no witness testimonials to place an actual member of SCAR at the scene. No factual evidence provided that could link them beyond a doubt. No, if only felt like another sensational piece to further divide the population.

Harvey found himself sitting alone in the courtyard as he contemplated these intense thoughts and feelings. The boy had read his histories and for centuries now witch and wizard alike had done all they could to keep the equal share of power from people just like himself. It wasn't until 2018 that half-breeds were even allowed to attend Hogwarts! What were they so afraid of? Magic flowed through his blood just as it did theirs. Why should they not be allowed to hone their skills? Even his grandfather, who was a full blooded goblin, often looked to Harvey with skepticism. Perhaps it was his and this like him's potential. The fact that they drew upon the strength of two magical races. Those that opposed him would question his lineage as something mixed, something less than pure, but one day they would see what people like Harvey were capable of...

His thoughts were disrupted as a boy walked past him flaunting the very article that consumed his thoughts. He scrunched his brow as the other boy blamed werewolves and squibs specifically. Often he would have just dismissed him for the ignorant fool that he was, but something within him today compelled Harvey to his feet as he began to follow. It would only be when this other boy approached another that Harvey would find his voice. "Are you really blaming werewolves and squibs for this attack just because some article said so? Did you even read it? There isn't a shred of evidence to back your claim. Not that people like you ever need any. You call them freaks yet you cower at the sheer power the possess. It's fear that drive you, coward." Harvey was small in stature, but his tone would command attention as his beady black eyes flickered with the heat of his emotion.

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❂《 ⌜ November 30, 2025 ▎ Early Morning ⌟

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Hogsmeade, fire, explosions… death.

It was all Raizel could hear, even among the whispering of some of the students that she passed by down the Hallways. But who could blame them? She can bet that incident had almost shook the whole wizarding world. The Ministry was already into the case, with that Auror… the one that she forgot the name of, was in charge of the investigation. He even interviewed some of the victims and the witnesses to try and get to the bottom of it but so far, there were no updates about that yet. Frustrating knowing lives were lost, people were missing and that the culprit is still out there, living free and waiting for the right time to strike again.

The scene that she saw back then, the dead bodies, the fire, she would rather not have another repeat of it. It had kept her awake for countless nights, made her restless. Even when she closed her eyes for just a moment, scenes would come flashing almost immediately, haunting her until now. In this desperate time of having a peace of mind, she had decided to relax a bit, joining her cousin in the courtyard. What she wasn't expecting was for the topic of the Hogsmeade incident to follow her, even there. After the Daily Prophet published about that though, she would be more surprised if it wasn't talked about. While she was tuned out with the main incident, the article did catch her attention.

When she was there, she wasn't near any of the carriages that had exploded, thankfully. Her and Zach only got caught up in it by accident and she was too busy looking through the smoke for people to help. “Ancient Roots huh…” She regretted going back immediately instead of looking around after she read that part but it was a necessary retreat. Zach was overwhelmed by the horrific sight of dead bodies lying around and so was she. “Bet whoever did the tampering, is still out there, on the loose.” As far as she knew, no one had caught the culprit yet. SCAR, the prime suspects, had made a statement that they weren't behind this but the ministry seems to be keen on making them the one responsible. While she didn't believe that the said group was completely innocent of all of this, with the primary target being the Half-Breeds, wouldn't it not make any sense that the ones advocating for their rights to be the ones responsible for killing their own? Not to mention, there were missing people. Who's to say they weren't the one that orchestrated the whole mess? There are a lot of mysteries covering this. Simply believing in what is written in the Prophet would not be good aside from instilling more unease and fear.

In any case, it was pissing her off. She doesn't know exactly why and what pisses her off though. The lost lives? How people are overfocusing on SCAR instead of looking at other things? Or maybe it's because some bloody idiot was speaking nonsense in this open space. Raizel's gaze quickly darted towards a student holding a copy of the Daily Prophet Article, blaming it on SCAR, on werewolves, on Squibs, without even proof. This was why they couldn't have nice things. It was because of guys like this boy. “Freaks…?” The term almost made her laugh, not in a nice way of course. Looks like her and Meyra weren't the only ones annoyed by his attitude. Someone else had given him a piece of their mind.

It was an interesting sight for the lioness. Her eyes were focused on them, body leaned forward for a better view and better hearing, resting her elbows on her legs. Her attention briefly fell on her cousin after hearing her own remark about the situation before she looked back at the commotion that the two boys were causing.

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Oliver, didn't get out much. Not really at least, stayed in his lanes. Being the school grounds, and when he was home, Hogsmeade. Or Diagon Alley when he helped with shopping. No matter what that 'lane' was. It was around magical people, pure blood were of course, preferred and prioritized. That was why his family lived in Hogsmeade, no muggles where allowed. They, of course, were inferior to the superior Pure Blood. His magic flowed strong in his family, and in his blood. That was why the half blood and half breeds were 'tainted'. The pure magic blood mixed with- creatures, and perhaps more worse, Muggles.

They didn't deserve to know the wonders and joys of the pure society. How easy magic made simple tasks like washing dishes. Or sweeping even. The quick travel by fireplace or broom stick. He heard some muggles took weeks to drive across country. Some times he really pitted the lesser minded. Then they pissed him off. And all pity disappeared. Most of the time when Oliver felt this pity, it was because they didn't know things that were very obvious. Then they asked questions, and asked more questions. Just didn't stop asking and asking. Taking up the precious class time. That could better be used for things like pop quizzes, or more work so Oliver could really be sure he knew it.

He spent a lot of time doing that, making sure he knew things. That it was just right, and ingrained into his head. He did it so much so, that he got stuck there. In his mind, oblivious to the outside world and what happened. Hearing his news from passing people in the halls, or the chatty people that wouldn't leave him alone. Despite all the eye rolls he gave out. Sometimes he liked it, most times he did not. With the topic of hearing the news from others in passing, as well as people chatting. Enter, Edwin Westbridge. A Gryffindor whom like himself, was sorted into the wrong house.

Oliver looked up from the Herbology book he had been reading, closing it and holding it firmly in his lap. Edwin he could talk to. Knowing he was a fellow pure blood, and assuming he shared a few of the same thoughts on certain 'bugs' as Oliver. He glanced at the news paper that had been flopped around. Skimming the title, and contents. Oliver had heard about this to. Not much of course. Didn't bother him so why bother learning about it. His family had been unaffected, and un harmed about it. All it did really was cause tension around there home. From the letter his parents had sent.

He'd expelled much other thought on the supposed explosion from his mind. "Mhh, yes I think I have heard a thing or two." He said with a nod. Reading a line here, and a word there. He heard Edwin mention SCAR, And Oliver couldn't help but wrinkle his nose. Squibs. The most shameful thing in a family, the Armani's didn't know what they would do if one of 'there' own turned up like- well that. The shame it would bring. The embarrassment. The rumors. And- god forbid it. Werewolf's, the flee ridden muts. Oliver himself had an interaction with one (not really, the girl was just insane and bit him. So the logical reason was she was a werewolf had come to him.) The stupid girl was also a mudblood. And landed him in detention.

He'd open his mouth to agree, and perhaps spread his distaste for the two lots. When a short boy walked up, and called Edwin a coward? Where his ears (perfectly rounded, compared to the points on the others that his eyes drifted to) deceiving him? Oliver knew he didn't cower at them, he wasn't scared of anything. Nothing at all. It was why he should have been a Gryffindor, that and his loyalty. However that was besides the point, Why should Oliver be scared of a beast weakened by silver? Who only showed the true colors under the full moon light? Or be scared of someone born in magic, and raised around it, only for them to never get a letter? Who was this kid to talk? Was he himself a werewolf to?

And then, again before he could talk. Someone yelled at the two boys, calling them bloody idiots. What the hell? Could he not get a word in at all today? He hadn't said anything, and had head nothing but the truth until the outsiders decided to butt into there conversation. Again, without letting him get a word in. Who was even talking to these nobody's? Nobody, that was who. "The hell do you people think you are?" He said frankly, quite rudely. "Talking as if you are part of SCAR, are you? Defending the freaks that take part in it." He scoffed. Of course, Only fellow freaks could defend a group like that.

"No one was talking to you anyways," He said looking at the pointed ear boy, and the shouting girl, eyes glancing over another girl next to the one that had shouted. She looked nosey, probably Muggle born. Butting into things that didn't concern them, conversation that was to advance for there under developed brains. "Are you mad that were talking about the truth?" Not that Oliver had gotten much talking anyways. Again, besides the point. "That only those jealous of the pure and un-tainted could do something like.." He looked over at the news, eyes widening slightly. Merlin he didn't read this at all. "well shit.. Kill people hmm?" He looked back up, Of course people had died. Should've inferred that. It was an explosion after all.

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OOC NOTE & STATS/ABILITIES Reducio Sorry for how late this is and that it is kinda bad, not my best work </3 But I shall do my best to make my next replies timely and a better reflection of what I can do Fearless - Oliver does not scare easily, not effected by terrible presence or unsettling aura { Stamina: 7 }{ Evasion: 5 }{ Strength: 10 }{ Wisdom: 3 }{ Arcane Power: 2 }{ Accuracy: 8 }

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"Worth a read about," He began, trying to steady his hand so that the news paper wouldn't waft about in the wind, making it easier for Oliver to read. He waited patiently as Oliver continued to read, confident that he'd echo back similar sentiments to Edwin, at which point he could flick to Alaric Rosier's statement. However, no reply came from Oliver, instead another voice spoke up, somewhere behind Edwin. The Gryffindors features briefly twisted, his eyes narrowed and his lips curled into a scowl, only Oliver able to plainly see the annoyance that the third boy's words had caused.

However, as Edwin turned, his expression had reverted, the only expression readable across his face was a possible boredom. When he had turned, his eyes had scanned at his own eye level, passing straight over Harvey's head, expecting such fighting words to have came from a man of significantly larger stature. When he found no one suitable of such words, his gaze was at last directed downwards, settling on Harvey. "Wow, you're a midget." He drawled.

Whilst the words had initially played at Edwin's fight or flight, certain that someone speaking with such assurance would be willing to fight for their beliefs, it became increasingly hard to come up with any kind of serious rebuttal. "Sheer power they possess?" He snorted. "Freaks who are reduced to slobbering mutts once a month, and people without magic, despite having wizarding parents? Some real great examples of power there." It wasn't his strongest rebuttal, as there wasn't much he could rebut from the boys words. Some of his opinions were routed in an irrational fear, and the rest stemmed from a stubbornness, latching onto a headline that vaguely supported his sentiment, regardless of any lack of proof.

He needn't defend himself further, however, as Oliver had picked up some distant muttering. Edwin quickly looked over towards the two girls sat on a bench, nodding along with Olivers words, happily showing his support for the other boys claim. "Freaks." He repeated, making sure there was no mistake in what he had said, and partially answering Olivers questioning as to who they were. "A pair of freaks." He truthfully hadn't a clue who either was, recognising only one of the girls faces from his classes, but despite not knowing them, their outrage at his descriptions was enough for him to fully conclude that he would not get along with either.

Like Oliver, Edwin's attention was quickly drawn back towards Harvey, assuming the other two girls would simply move on, as neither had displayed the same kind of bravery to directly confront him. The smaller boys bravery was almost admirable, certainly far more brave than one would expect from someone of his stature. He allowed Oliver to speak, before eventually speaking up himself. "Of course I read it. It's no secret there are SCAR members around Hogsmeade, they even have a branch there, the article says it as well. This attack was done when wizards from all across the world would be present, that's no coincidence." He began, glancing down at the news paper that was still held in his grasp. "Besides, it's not like these claims are just coming from me. A respected Auror is making them, and why would he stake his reputation on something without proof?" He asked, eventually dropping the paper down onto the bench behind him.

"It's as he," he gestured towards Oliver, "said. People died, and you're standing here, willingly defending the freaks that killed them? Disgusting."

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Harvey's dark eyes would glance over his should as it seemed he was not the only one enraged by Oliver and Edwin's remarks. The eye contact with Meyra and Raizel would be brief, but within his gaze they would see defiance and courage that was hopefully contagious. Something about the boy's words had ignited something that was brewing within Harvey for some time now. A sense of something that was hard to define, yet he was beginning to feel like it set him apart from most of the wizarding world. Many would consider his nature an oddity, but to him it was starting to feel like an innate power. As if the union that brought him into existence was fated by the gods.

Harvey's gaze would snap back to Oliver as he questioned his audacity. The other boy doubled down on the rhetoric of purebloods and again referred to those like him as freaks. The harsh words would slash away at Harvey's soul. Perhaps death by a thousand cuts one day, but for now he kept his demeanor stoic. "You assume those outside pureblood status are jealous of you?" He pointed at Oliver with a hand that more resembled a full grown adult than an eleven year old boy. "You think people like me would kill because we cannot be apart of your precious community? Perhaps it was people like you who did it! So afraid of losing your status that you'd kill to keep it." It seemed more likely to Harvey anyway. Why would SCAR risk the lives of those they were advocating for? It surely wouldn't be the first time a band of purebloods bonded together to terrorize the magical community.

Harvey's dark gaze shifted to Edwin as he looked down to him and insulted his height. "How original." It was not the first time a would be bully had targeted him for being physically different and Harvey shot back an unimpressed look to shield off the blow. He simply rolled his eyes as the tired rhetoric continued to spill. Werewolves were slobbering mutts. Squibs were shameful. "You dismiss us as if our differences make us weak. Once a month a werewolf shows the world the raw power they possess. Not to mention the boons they gain in human form." The boy had done his research on half-breeds and magical beings. Their ability to track and intimidate gave them an edge over any mundane witch or wizard. "What do you have to show for your heritage besides a family tree with few branches!"

Harvey shifted his stance ever so slightly as Edwin continued his argument. It was an effective counter, but one that still seemed based on blind faith in a system actively trying to thwart the prosperity of people like Harvey. "Because SCAR has an office in Hogsmeade is proof enough? An easy scapegoat if you ask me. And you speak of this Auror as if they infallible? They are only an agent of the very ministry that has kept people like me underfoot for centuries now. I'll never defend any act of terror, but closed-minded people like yourself won't even consider that half-breeds and other magical creatures have a rightful place in this world. Just as much if not more than you precious purebloods!"

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❂《 ⌜ November 30, 2025 ▎ Early Morning ⌟

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Attention, that's what these two block heads were trying to gain by screaming and yelling their prejudiced views. It was tiring dealing with these people who think that the world only revolves around them when in truth, they are nothing but a speck of dust, lower than low. Just because they are ‘pure’, doesn't mean that they have the right to look down on those whom they see as tainted beings. Clearly, they were trying to get on hers and Meyra’s nerves by making those snide remarks and Raizel wasn't one to take a bite at that bait. She’ll just be wasting her time and breath arguing with a bunch of close minded idiots. Although there was something infuriating with the way these two were talking about that incident.

Jealous of the pure and untainted? Bah! A bunch of nonsense. . “There is nothing to be jealous about the likes of you.” Raizel uttered with a disgusted and cold expression on her face, eyes locking onto where this whole debate was taking place. “How delusional can you get?” She asked. It was laughable how he thinks they are above others. “She's right, you know. This happened when other schools started accepting these so-called freaks. Oh, and by the way, most victims were half- breeds.” That was when she stood up from her seat and started walking with heavy footsteps. Yes, she understood now why she was feeling angry and annoyed. “The half-breeds that you are blaming? They were the primary victims of that explosion, of that fire that raged through the town. Maybe start using your eyes and brain when you read through the article so you can stop being a daft.”

“People died, yes and among them are those who you just called ‘freaks’ or are you gonna say that their lives don't matter and that the only ones that you consider as true victims are the ‘pure’ and ‘untainted’?” Disgusting, these people who think that they are the only ones that deserve to be treated right, that deserve to breathe the air and live in this world. It was making her blood boil. “Did it sink in your tiny brains that the ones who could be behind this instead are the wizardkind? Specifically, people with the same close-mind as both of you? You are no saint. Don't talk as if killing is beyond the acts of blood supremacists such as yourselves.”

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