General The Gryffindor Table 2018-2019

Jay smiled,”Well... First of all muggles learn many useless things, especially muggle wizards like you,”they said. It was true, it must really be a shame to learn complicated Math and not use it in the next seven years or even in the far future at all. “Yes... There are many great muggle-born wizards but there are also many great pure-blooded wizards, after all it is how the whole wizardry magic started isint it?” Jay added crossing their arms.

Then he said how it was really a shame to deal with stuck-up people like themself. Instead of getting angry, Jay laughed as if they just heard the funniest joke ever. “I am not stuck-up nor a terrible person. My life, yes it is quite terrible but not me. Anyways, I didn’t expect a certain reaction, but I did know that you weren’t going to just sit there like a little crybaby. Aren’t Griffindors brave and whatnot?” Jay said. Making fun of your own house? What in the bloody hell is going on with you now? Jay thought. 

Then they realized they forgot to do something, “How rude of me I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Jay Victoria,” they introduced themself. “Oh and my pronouns are they and them got it?”

Something's..... Wrong....

Alex's eyes changed, the pupils disappeared, and his voice turned... Dark... It became much deeper, like it came from the depths of the underworld, a wide grin spread across his face, he looked up and down, examining him, well, he couldn't see, but it was off-putting nonetheless "Ahh... a pure-blood, or at least, that's what you were taught, you half-blood, Oh, don't look so shocked, child. If you were truly a pure-blood, like you claim... Then your ancestors must have committed some rather dastardly acts to keep their blood pure, now wouldn't they? His grin was gone.

LISTEN HERE PUNK! Alex grasped her arm with enough force to let out an audible crack. I DON'T NEED TO, OR WANT TO, PROVE WHY THOU'S IN GRYFFINDOR, AND THEE SHOULD'VE SAT BACK AND IGNORED THOU, AND IF THEE TRULY FEELS THAT THOU CANNOT REST WITH THEE AROUND.

His eyes flicked down, and he coughed. *Ahem,* "Sorry, just wanted to give you a little scare, i'm not the greatest with Old English, heh, heh" He grinned "Nice to meet you, Jane, I'm Alexander." He let go of her arm. He sat back, and let out a sigh. "Listen, i'm not the greatest with understanding when to speak, and when to stay silent." he gave her an apologetic grin, "Anyways, let's start over, Friend."

He extended his hand, "I'll quit while i'm behind, and, just for reference, you use math for everything." He grinned "No, i don't mean that you need to know the square root for seven while buying groceries, but look around." He extended his hand, meaning the great hall. "All of this needed math." Alex shook his head, "I'm sounding like Ravenclaw." He looked up at Jane, serious. "And listen here, Friend, if you want to know why i was put in Gryffindor, then ask the thing that put you in here as well, cause i don't know why i'm here, in Hogwarts, in Gryffindor." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a 3DS. "To show that i have no hard feelings." He placed the electronic in her hands. "Here, Nice to meet you Jane, and this time, I mean it."

Jay was very entertained and confused at the same time. “Yes, I shall admit that my ancestors did some dark things in order to keep out blood pure like the great Grindelwald,” Jay said then standing up without noticing, they placed their palms on the table. “In fact— I will admit this! Many of my family’s members were followers of his!” They said with each word their voice got louder. 

Just as he grabbed their arm Jay nearly spat on him but they decided it was best not to. “You’re trying to scare me? Your old English sucks! You you—“Jay couldn’t say it. The terrible word. They just couldn’t. Jay took a deep breath. They started to feel anger take up their emotion but they couldn’t let their anger issues take over. No. Not at all. Suddenly Alex seemed to reset. Just like that. 

“Don’t ever call me friend!” Jay spat just as Alex put an electronic in their hand. Oh it was one of those stupid little muggle electronic good for nothing toy. “I will not accept this thing. Oh and nice to not meet you, Alex” they said with anger taking control of their body. 

Jay Victoria could not resist it. They threw the 3DS on the table and balled up their right hand into a fist— POW! 
A blow was made at his face.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick...

Alex was easily able to dodge the blow. He chuckled "Oh no, a fight to the De-" It happened, again. Nonononono, this can't be happening, not here, not now! Alex's eyes narrowed, he was what some muggles called a 'Natural' when it came to fighting, or a psychopath... In Gregor The Overlander he was what they would call a 'Rager', To him, he was just an unlucky kid. "You Didn't Think This Through, Did You?" Alex asked, as he grabbed the kids arm. You Could've Made It Out With An Electronic Game, But You Had To Fight. Alex twisted, the bone popped, and it started to bruise, Alex's fingers were white with tension. He smiled, the most terrifying, demonic smile ever. "YOU SHOULD GO SEE THE NURSE." Alex twisted once more, SNAP! The bone shattered instantly, the jagged bone pierced through their arm, causing the limb to fall lifelessly to Jane's side, along with the broken bone to show through the skin. Alex gave a curt nod and turned back to the food

Alex picked up the 3DS and opened it, "You're lucky, if this was broken, you would've lost your other arm." Alex turned back to Jane, the sanity back in his eyes, but he still seemed off, sadder, like he didn't want this to happen. "You should go to the nurse, frie... Never mind, just... Just-"


He broke again, his instability causing issues. "LEAVE MORTAL, AND IF YOU DARE THINK TO CALL ME 'MUDBLOOD' AGAIN, I WILL PERSONALLY RIP YOUR ORGANS OUT AND FEAST ON YOUR CORPSE!" Alex faded again, opened the 3DS, and started playing Pokemon Sun, Mumbling about how annoying it was that the A button was broken, after a while, he turned back to Jane. "You're still here? Listen, kid, you lost, just go, before It happens again, Please, I don't want another fatality, not after what happened all those years ago." Tears welled up in his eyes, before blinking them away. "There's a reason i don't fight, and now you know, if i wasn't like this, i would have decked you the moment you mentioned it being a shame I was a Muggle-born."

Sitting on the Professor table, Hjørdis was having a rather enjoyable meal. For once, the Head of House was actually in a good mood. She could not even help the small smile that lay on her face, unable to hide her good mood. This happy pleasant mood was rudely interrupted and that made everything worse. In an instant, the smile dropped off her face and an audible sigh escaped her lips as the frown crossed her eyebrows. A boy's raised voice caught her attention as he screamed something utterly useless, in the Professor's opinion. A Gryffindor behaving recklessly, why was she not surprised? She stared at the kid. A very young looking child with brown hair. A first year, no doubt. Hjørdis rolled her eyes at the scene. It annoyed her. Her good mood vanished in an instant and her eyebrow twitched a little, showcasing her irritation to those besides her.

She was about to raise her wand at the students, to use the 'silencing' spell on the two because they were ruining her peaceful meal. However, the situation escalated in an instant. The young girl had no self control it seemed. She reacted by throwing the first punch. Hjørdis stood up in an instant. "Excuse me," She said to the professors sitting besides her as she got up to deal with the situation in hand. Her exterior was calm. There was little hint on her face that she was angry. Her tone of voice was perfectly polite. But deep down, she was seething.

"Will you both shut up?" Hjørdis was at the table before anyone could stop her. "What. Is. Going. On. Here?" Her voice was low yet sharp. It was laced with angry. If this was not a school, she would have them both killed for disturbing her peace and quiet. Oh how she missed the days of working in the most secretive force in the country. She quirked an eyebrow as she stood there, the boy looked like he was about to cry after just attacking the girl and attempting to break her arm. He had threatened to rip the girl's organs out and feast on her corpse. Honestly, he did not even look strong enough to hurt a fly in her opinion. Hjørdis could snap his neck with ease, if she wanted to. She highly doubted he would actually have the strength to harvest anyone's organs, let alone eat them. She, however, had to resist grabbing them both by the hair and dragging them out of the hall. It took a lot of restraint to not physically attack them. They were children, after all.

"Reckless as always, I see. How typical." She muttered to herself with another roll of her eyes, having absolutely no sympathy for the crying child. She did not care anymore. Her patience was short already and it had run out already. Her eyes narrowed onto the girl that threw the first punch, in response to the boy's yelling it seemed. She had no idea what the argument was about, nor did she care. His mutterings were missed by her as she turned to the girl first. "Give me your arm, kid." She demanded to the girl. Without waiting for a response, Hjørdis grabbed and examined it. She did not hold it gently, she grabbed it. If it hurt, she did not care. This girl threw the first punch, she could suffer a moment longer from the pain of it if needed. Her wand hovered over the arm, "Brackium Emendo," She muttered under her voice as she pointed her wand at the assaulted arm. In an instant, the bones healed. Luckily for the female student, Hjørdis specialised in healing magic. Her work was effective and precise. Once that was done, she dropped the girl's arm.

She stared at them both, "I realise you're not Ravenclaws or Slytherins but I would have considered you both smart enough to be able to read. Sadly, that does not seem to be the case. If you could, perhaps you would have known our school rules." Hjørdis continued, insulting their intelligence - or lack there of, in her opinion - as she glared at them both for wasting her time and effort, "Fighting is not permitted. Assaulting others is banned. And-" Hjørdis paused and turned to the boy, "The use of such words are not permitted in this school. If I hear it again, I will forcibly remove your tongue myself."

Hjørdis was not messing around when she spoke. The word 'mudblood' offended her, as a half-blood herself. She grew up with her paternal side, all muggles and she loved them. The word was offensive to everyone and she would not tolerate it. The truth was, she did not hear the female student say it. She only heard the boy say it. So the threat was directed at him but it was one that would apply to both of them. She would not allow anyone to say such a word in front of her and not even the Headmaster or the Minister of Magic could stop her from removing someone's tongue if they did. She sighed irritably at the whole situation. This was why she hated children. They ruined everything.

OOC Notes:
The three IC rules that have been broken are...

10. There shall be no fighting without or with the use of magic.
20. No attempting to injuring yourself or to injure others.
22. No racist, sexist, homophobic remarks or insults - including the use of "mudblood"

Your characters will receive an IC detention notice shortly.

Interacting: Jane Victoria, Alexander Claassen

The Great Hall during meals were always rather… loud and rambunctious. Gryffindors were normally culprits, being the daring and loud ones. At one point in his life, Anton could remember the loudest Gryffindors - the Weasley twins - causing plenty of trouble. It was really no surprise that his attention drifted towards the table of the Lions as a boy’s voice echoed over the tops of the other voices.

He rose an eyebrow as his companion, Ms. Jensen, was about to cast a spell. He, too, watched as a fist was thrown, and bodies meshed together. He sighed, and pushed himself up as well. This seemed far more complicated than just a simple argument. “Please excuse me, as well. I’ll go assist our Slytherin’s head of house,” he said simply. He’d follow the other professor silently as they approached the Gryffindor table.

It was a lot… more gruesome than he expected. He hadn’t caught most of what the boy had said, but it was rather startling to hear him speak about another fatality. He rose an eyebrow. Plus, what was the thing he was playing? Muggle devices didn’t work in Hogwarts. “I’ll be taking that. This doesn’t belong at Hogwarts, anyways. What is this, anyways?” the wizard had explored many muggle things, but this? It was quite interesting. He shut the muggle contraption and tucked it away so that the first year couldn’t get it back. Perhaps he’d return it before the end of the school year for the summer holidays.

He dug through another pocket, and pulled out a small vial. He popped the cork and held it towards the boy. “Drink this. Do not try to break it, either. It’ll calm you down,” he warned the boy simply. He’d monitor to make sure the whole calming draught was drunk before he’d take the potion back and tucked it away again. He was already frustrated.

He listened as Ms. Jensen laid out the rules of Hogwarts that both children broke, and he thought about it for a long moment. He watched them for a second before glancing around the great hall, “For this weekend, three times a day, you will wipe down and sanitize all five tables -” he was including the Professor table with this task, “of the great hall. By hand. Either Ms. Jensen or I, but it’ll most likely be both of us, will be there to make sure the tables are spotless. This won’t involve talking, either, since you can’t seem to be civil,” he pointed out, mostly towards the one who had been yelling about eating the other.

What was wrong with children these days?

OUT OF CHARACTER NOTE:
As highlighted through this post, your characters are now in detention. I will be starting the detention thread shortly, and will message you with the link.

TickTickTickTickTickTick...................................Calm


Alex drank the potion. a feeling of calm washed over him, like a drug so powerful you could only sit back and ponder this new feeling that coursed your veins, an empty thought floated through his blank mind. He focused on it, Was i just tranquilized? He laughed, why did he laugh? It seemed he had little control of his body, conscious... or otherwise. He found another thought, he read it, it was the only thing he could do at this point. I'm going to kill that damned teacher, i'll show her that i can ki- He stopped the thought, it bothered him. If he kept reading, he felt this calm would disappear, and he wanted this to last forever.

Alex seemed... off. His eyes glazed over, and a content smile was plastered over his face. He mumbled something, "Thhhhhhaanks ffffffor thhhhhhhuuuuuuh posssion." Alex blinked, his eyes focused again. "Noooo, the effects...." He turned back to the professor, before he stopped himself. "Can i have... wait a minute, what the heck was that, did you tranquilize me?" Alex started to remember what happened, "Oh, well, yeah, i, yeah i can't explain this." He started realizing that he should probably beg for his life, the stare from the Head of Slytherin was almost coincidental with the gaze that the... He wasn't going to think about it. She looked like she would truly carry out her threat to rip out his tongue. that gave him pause.

What truly enraged and scared him was the look that he was nothing more than a ant beneath her foot, able to annihilate him without so much as lowering her boot. She seemed to bore into his soul. eating away at both his sane, stable mind. and the hellish creature that made horrible, illegal tasks, very, very easy. He cowered from her. a fear in his eyes unequal, since that day, long ago. "I'll clean the tables, just don't-" "Interesting... I wonder what... TASKS you have committed to cause such... Unpleasant feelings" Alex faded, when he realized what happened, He felt a sense of calm, not as potent as the potion, but similar. "Well, i'm going to die." He said, he sat up, and took a bite of the steak. "I had a nice life." He looked over to the professors. "So, when and how will you kill me, i'd rather know how i'll die than just sitting here waiting."

The pain of the arm went away as it was suddenly healed by no other than the Head of Slytherin. She looked quite scary, but not as scary as Lady Anguelique. Jay seemed to calm down. Actually no— just a minute of quietness Jay gave Alex a deadly glare. Oh... You’re going to suffer, I’ll put you into an armbar... Or maybe even a Kimora grip... Good thing I know jiu jitsu. Jay thought. “Please Proffesor! It is him who caused this! All I did was try to make a conversation but he went all... Mad!” Jay said but they knew that they weren’t going to be forgiven. Now I have to clean the bloody tables! Stupid anger issues! Stupid kid! They thought with anger. 

“What’s your problem, kid?” Jay spat at him, crossing their arms. “This is all your fault.” And with that   Jay faced the other direction trying to calm themself down. Jay was going to have revenge! Lady Angelique and Sir Victoria always plotted revenge against other wizards and witches so Jay wouldn’t have any trouble with this. One hundred percent. Maybe in the Griffindor common room! At night! Perfect. But for now Jay was going to suffer in detention. Scheming. 

“You will regret this...” Jay whispered to him. 

You will regret this

Alex was smiling, there was little they could do to him now. The calm that washed over him, possibly from the potion, filled every fiber of his being. Like a literal 'chill pill' he felt a chill wash over the burning flames of the previous encounter. Somewhere deep inside of him was the... Creature... fighting to ignite the flames of rage, but the potion was too strong, and soon... it gave up, frozen in the pure calm, it's calamity halted by the concoction created by the professor.

Alex turned to them, the pure loathing and hatred in their eyes sparked something deep inside, yet the potion snuffed it just as fast. He would have to talk to the Professor about having this as a form of medication. It was actually kind of addicting! Yet deep inside of him, in the untapped realm of his subconscious, where the demonic persona was born. There whispered a voice, dark, yet seductive, he couldn't help but listen to it. You don't understand, do you, Alex?

Alex felt the voice pound in his head, his veins pulsing with each syllable spoken by the... thing. Even though it was talking in a whisper, Alex could clearly hear every word spoken. I am what keeps you alive, your untapped power resonates within me, and I will make sure that power infuses with you, but only when you're ready. Ready for what? Alex wondered, confused, yet he had a feeling that he didn't want to know. In due time, my budding psycho Alex tried to ignore the voice, but it grew louder, until soon he was on the floor, covering his ears and curled up in a ball. You Cannot Fight This What are you doing? GET UP You honestly think you can tune me out? Soon Alex was screaming, tears streaming from his eyes, and then....

Alex was still, the faint rising of his chest signified he was alive, yet the sudden stop was unnerving to most. He had been violently shaking. His entire body was pulsing, blood rushing to his arms and legs as the familiar traits of adrenaline filled his body, tears were pouring from his eyes as the floor soon grew moist from the secretion, and the shriek that came from his lips was one you'd hear from a human seeing their death approach them. Then the silence, the blissful silence that caused few to take a breath in relief. The rise and fall of his chest was the only movement of Alex, no twitch of his nose, no flickering of his eyes, it seemed the only functions that were working were basic functions, breathing and heartbeat.

Gryffindor?

What was she supposed to do in Gryffindor? Roar each time she walked past one of her classmates?

Rielle felt her lips tighten into a thin line, but she walked, back stiff and straight over to the Gryffindor table, ignoring those around her. She found an empty space at the table and sat down, staring hard at the plate in front of her as she contemplated the situation. She knew she was never going to hear the end of this from her father, who had been in Slytherin when he was at school.

Just perfect. This is just absolutely perfect. she thought angrily, glaring up at the Head Table as though it had been one of the teachers that had Sorted her into Gryffindor. Rielle wondered briefly if she could go back and attend that school her mother had wanted her to go to in the first place, then scooted away from the latest person to join the table.

Ugh. Do these people know how not to touch other people when they sit down? she thought in disgust. It was then that she made up her mind that she would be here strictly for the academics, nothing more and nothing less.