Hogwarts: A Jamjar Meme

[madam_rosmerta]

HOGWARTS: A JAMJAR MEME Wizards of all ages and from all times: whatever you were doing, wherever you were - none of that matters now. You've been brought to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. You’ll find yourself in the Great Hall under a starry sky, illuminated by the light of a thousand candles. What happened? Why were you brought here? How were you brought here? All questions to be answered, perhaps. But first, mingle with your kind and find a seat for yourself. This will be your home for a while. Because there is no leaving. Student, staff, you with nothing to do - all of you trapped inside the school grounds. Sorting to houses & Start-of-term feast Those of you who have not been sorted into your houses, you're guided to sit on a stool while an old hat will contemplate a proper house for you. After, you can join your housemates at their long table. The ghost of the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, will soon give a speech once the last student is sorted... "The very best of evenings to you! Now… to our new students, welcome. To our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits you…" He will warn you about the anti-curse charm set upon Hogwarts and how it will bring harm in equal measures to yourself. He will urge you to stay calm and have a lemondrop; they’ll be provided at all tables. Dumbledore would like you all to note few things, Hogwarts attendees: 1. This will be a continuous, no commitment necessary “storyline.” What does that mean? Depending on the level of interest, there will be at least one post per month on the 3B-DR that will continue the storyline which begins here. Players are encouraged to make top-levels in the dressing room if they want to keep this verse going with their characters. Madame Rosmerta’s made a tag specifically for this. 2. Multiple versions of characters at various ages are welcome. Whether that means there’s three Harry’s all in fifth year, or one Harry in first year, a second in third year, and a third in sixth year is up to you. All three Harry’s could also interact, depending on player preferences. AU versions of (HP)canon and non-(HP)canon characters are also welcome. Sometimes people disappear from Hogwarts and sometimes they come back. 3. Schoolwork Dumbledore's ghost will invite all characters of age and knowledge to teach their specialties to the younger wizards. If your character could be possibly a teacher, or is interested in teaching, refer to this thread to sign up for a teaching position. The courses do not need to be anything serious (unless you want them to be). If your character would be interested in a course, you can look it up from the character's toplevel. Your character doesn't need to be of student age to participate in courses. (They're free for all!) 4. Sign up for your house. Here is a thread for all the Hogwarts houses that your character could be sorted in. 5. This means… war! Are you a Death Eater? A member of the Order? Rival students? It’s likely your character will encounter someone they don’t get along with. Duels are fine, but beware that any attacks meant to cause harm (curses) will backfire on the caster. If your character doesn’t care that damage will also bounce back to them, then Dumbledore’s ghost will be intervening. He won’t tolerate harm to any of his students… even if it’s harm to Tom. 6. Housecup Of course points will be awarded and taken away by teachers and prefects. You can leave a comment in this thread for the points taken or given. Madam Rosmerta will add them up together for the next post. You can also sign up for a prefect role. Each house has one and that one will change in each post. First come, first serve is the rule, except if your character was a prefect in the last post, you can't sign up in this one. 1. Toplevel with your character Name in the title line. Do not leave an empty toplevel. Write a starter like you would to a game event. Link to preferences if you’d prefer. 2. Tag other characters The name of the game is interaction. Why is your character here? Do they want to be here? Are they being reunited with lost loved ones? 3. Have fun! Dumbledore (and Madame Rosmerta) is watching. Behave yourselves. Don’t godmod, infomod, respect other players, etc.

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Regina Geo— err, Narcissa Black :'D

[purelyblack]

Great Hall; ~omg Karen, you can’t just ask someone why they’re not old~

Clearly, something is amiss. She’d come down to breakfast this morning and the general frenzy of the Great Hall had seemed somehow… generally more frenzied than usual. Narcissa had shrugged it off, of course, hardly one to be bothered by such common nonsense and mayhem.

Then she had sat down to hold court at the Slytherin table (as is her wont and natural right to do) between her very teenaged elder sister and… Is that Rodolphus Lestrange? Not quite your typical morning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Weirdness, then; so, what else is new? At least the increased population should provide a few more bodies for her to lord over, if nothing else.

With an immensely put-upon sigh, Narcissa tucks a piece of perfectly curled golden hair behind her ear and elevates her nose into the air, preparing to stare down it at anyone who dares think to challenge her position as prom queen queen of the table.


Slytherin common room; ~I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me~

Narcissa has arranged herself on one of the couches (quite picturesquely, if you ask her – but no, really, don't), and is currently occupied by flipping idly through a copy of Witch Weekly with an air of profound boredom. She has taken it upon herself to ignore completely the oddities that are the newcomers around her, because the whole ordeal is frankly quite tiresome and she sees no reason why she should bother herself about it at all. Surely, there are people or house elves or something to do that for her.


Corridors, etc; ~what's that? I can’t hear you over how perfect and gorgeous I am~

Have you managed to catch Narcissa somewhere between preening and pretending that you don't exist? Great! And... good luck with that.

[siriusno]

Great Hall;

Never again. Never again will he eat anything that Sirius Black hands to him. What had it been this time— Hallucinogenic fudge? He could have sworn he'd read the box for that stuff, which is definitely only supposed to last for a few minutes... and yet, here he is, surrounded by what appear to be multiple copies of himself — old, young, and of varying races, no less — and no amount of rubbing his eyes or sipping desperately at his pumpkin juice seems to fix the problem.

Never. Again.

Still, it's possibly not the strangest thing that's ever happened to him, so Remus simply piles his plate with his usual start-of-the-term favorites and scans the table, attempting to count exactly how many familiar faces are seated around him.


Libarary;

When in doubt: retreat to the library. Remus has taken up camp in a quiet corner, surrounded by piles of books. He's been researching time travel and the theory of multiple universes, nibbling at a bar of chocolate as he attempts to make some sense of exactly what's happening around him. He hasn't managed to achieve much beyond a headache, but at least keeping himself occupied with research gives him an excuse not to talk to any of the other Remuses, which would just be terribly awkward and not at all enjoyable, he's certain.


Gryffindor boys' dormitory;

His trip to the library, while fruitless, has at least provided Remus with enough books to erect a small defensive barricade at the end of his bed. Hopefully, that should help keep the rest of the world at bay while he attempt to wrap his head around the idea that he might not be hallucinating at all.

Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, Remus hunches over a massive tome, hair falling over his face as he searches for the spot he'd left off in Griselda Flambic's Survey of the Heretofore Identified Parallel Timelines and How to Measure Them. The world as he knows it may have become completely unhinged, but a least he can rely on extremely dry theses from the days of yore to keep him grounded and arguable sane.


Corridors, etc;

Your choice! Bump into Remus somewhere and try to get him to get his nose out of that book already.

[grayblack]

There are so many people he knows, and those he thinks he recognizes but can't be certain. Earlier he'd mistaken James' son Harry for James himself. But when he drifts into the library in search of some peace and quiet, a chance to get used to all of this, he sees someone he really isn't prepared for.

Remus. His Remus, secretly, at least for a little while. Until Regulus had shoved him back again, and they'd gone back to pretending nothing had happened, and then everything else had happened. They'd never spoken again after that last whispered fight, nothing more than nods in passing, and now he's...like this.

It's almost enough to make him back away and try to find some other quiet corner of the castle. Remus might be the first person Regulus doesn't want seeing him like this. But after a few silent minutes cloaked in the convenient invisibility a ghost can summon, he comes forward again, still silent but walking, not drifting, and he sits in an unoccupied chair.

"Finding anything interesting?"

[siriusno]

Remus doesn't start at the sound of Regulus' voice; Merlin knows they've spent enough time sneaking about that he's used to Regulus materializing out of nowhere by now. He does tense, though, his shoulders going rigid where they're bent over the open book in front of him. Of course he'd be discovered by the absolute last person he wants to see right now. Hell, he'd sooner have all of the other Remuses approach him as a united front then have to deal with Regulus Black at a time like this, when he's already on edge and feeling somewhat vulnerable.

He doesn't bother looking up, turning a page and pointedly keeping his face angled downward. He ought to just ignore him — he knows that — but even Remus isn't infallibly mature, and their recent break still hurts quite a bit more than he'd like to admit.

"Thought you'd had enough of 'the likes of me'."

[grayblack]

Regulus flinches visibly, shifting in the chair to pull up one knee and wrap his arms around it, still braced against, well, nothing. It doesn't seem to matter that he can't feel the chair, or that he can go through it easily, he can still sit how he likes, all the little lanky postures he'd folded himself into when he was alive.

It's just happened, he thinks, for Remus their fight has just happened. There's no other reason he'd be avoiding looking at him. Now he does regret not just leaving him in peace, but he can't go now. Not if Remus hasn't realized yet.

"I think I can safely say that you were right. About..." He sighs, scrubs fingers through ghostly-damp hair. "Everything. I should have listened."

[siriusno]

Well that's... certainly an unexpected turn of events. Finding himself at a loss for words, Remus simply stares down at the page for a moment, not really seeing any of the text in front of him. He hadn't for an instant imagined that Regulus would do such a complete turnabout – and in such a short span of time, no less. They way they had parted had seemed so... final. Their argument had been as intense as it was hurtful, and a part of him wonders idly if this isn't some sort of trick intended to hurt him further still. Regulus had been awfully indignant when he'd finally stormed off, after all.

With a sigh, Remus sits back, rubbing a hand over his face tiredly. "What's with the sudden change of hear—" His words cut off as he catches sight of Regulus. But no... it can't be Regulus. Not his Regulus. This Regulus is easily older than he is, in addition to the glaringly obvious fact that he's—

"Dead..?"

Narcissa Malfoy (post war)

[meraclus]

--> Out of the way
Being the third party, not on the left or the right, was always great fun. Narcissa made sure to slip out of the Great Hall as quickly as possible, to avoid much contact with anyone as long as she could reassess the situation.

The situation as a whole was quite a lot of trouble.

She made herself scarce in the common areas and kept her head low, looking for Lucius and Draco in the throngs of people. She might exchange a word with the staff if an opportunity presented itself to do so privately. But otherwise, she just made sure to avoid crowded places, places where she might have to answer questions she wasn't eager to answer.

mamaa

[schadenfroh]

He'd never wanted to step foot on these grounds again, after the war. Not because he was scared, but because of the memories. Suffocatingly horrid memories of a year where he'd been desperate and reckless. It's not his greatest moment--the entire period was dreadful--and for that reason, he was happy to say goodbye to Hogwarts.

It would seem Hogwarts wasn't ready to let go of him, though.

There are faces he knows, both old and young, some that make him break out into a cold sweat, and others he's apathetic toward. This is not his home. These are not his people. He may follow the Slytherin crowds, but he keeps to himself, careful to keep his forearm covered at all times.

And then he spots her. The relief is like an explosion inside him, one that makes him inhale sharply, before he cuts his way through the crowds to reach her. He won't be obvious about it, but he'll fall into step with her, heart hammering, mouth dry.

"I haven't seen father," he murmurs in a rush, "And Aunt Bella's little."

[meraclus]

Oh, there he is. Narcissa's heart feels a little bit more at ease when she sees him settle on step beside her. She leads them out of the Hall and outside to the stone corridors, towards the bridge they took when they left Hogwarts the last time either of them were here.

"She is, very little. And so is Tom Riddle." She reaches to wrap her arm around his, keep him close, provide support if he would happen to need it. She knows he must not like this place at all. She wouldn't be surprised. "Just keep walking, darling. Your father will find us." If Lucius happens to be pulled into this mess as well.

[schadenfroh]

He follows her lead (much like a little duckling who just so happens to be walking alongside, as opposed to behind). Older he may be--a grown man by wizarding world standards, no longer the bumbling teen still feeling his way around the world, tasting it, forming his own opinions--but he still turns to his mother for guidance for some things.

The bridge is much like a figure of freedom, and he releases a breath he doesn't realize he's holding upon viewing it.

"He's here, as well?" Something's harder in his tone. It's probably a good thing she loops their arms together. The way his teeth grind, it's a surprise they don't crumble to dust. "You spoken to him?"

[meraclus]

The little duckling has quite a bit of growing to do before he's going to be a grown man in her eyes. He'll be sporting a long beard and reading glasses for his age before she'll feel comfortable enough to let him go ahead without her protection.

This dreadful place might hold some dear memories for her but the most recent give her a chill as she hurries their steps towards the bridge. If it were so easy as to just walk out, she'd take it. Lucius can find his way after them.

"Heavens, no. I will try to avoid his audience as much as possible and you should do the same. You might be a good Occlumence by now but it's nothing against His legilimence, and you know it. I saw Him in the hall, that's all."

[purelyblack]

Narcissa was making a pointed effort to ignore the recent influx of newcomers to the castle. Another day, another strange happenstance at Hogwarts School of Weirdos and Wannabes, and what with the mountains of homework she had now that she'd begun her N.E.W.T. level classes (entirely unreasonable amounts, so far as she was concerned) she could hardly be expected to bother with the increased number of self-important people prancing about the castle.

When an elegant woman glided around the corner ahead of her with only the quiet swish of very fine robes, however, Narcissa paused. Something about the woman's face seemed uncannily familiar, although she couldn't for the life of her place where they had met before. Tall, beautiful, and commanding the sort of presence that Narcissa aspired to embody herself, the woman was clearly out of place amongst the motley rabble that had all but taken over the school.

Unable to curb her curiosity, Narcissa slowed her step as the woman came toward her, waiting until she moved to pass by before daring to speak. "Pardon... Are we acquainted?"

[meraclus]

It's been a while since Narcissa has seen herself look like this. It took her a while to recognize herself, mouth pursed, she was about to move past the young girl with a brief dismissal when something caught her attention. What was it? Something in that tone of voice, something in the shape of those eyes...

Ah. Well, now this was curious.

"You could say that," she replied with a pale smile that curled over her lips. "Narcissa Black, I believe? 7th year?"

[purelyblack]

"Sixth year," Narcissa corrected, a puzzled look crossing her face as the woman gave her a thin smile that looked incredibly familiar on pale, perfectly-shaped lips. Too familiar. Familiar because she saw the same smile every morning in the mirror before she went down to breakfast – she'd practiced that smile a hundred times over during her third year, until it was flawless.

Eyes widening as the realization dawned on her, Narcissa found herself standing up a bit straighter. She'd heard that people were encountering copies of themselves all over the castle, but to actually meet herself in the hallway...

"Are you...?" It hardly seemed real.

elphias doge | hp

[virescere]

random tree

[ many peculiar occurrences have happened to young elphias doge ever since he was but a small child. he has always faced them with a certain calmness and preparedness, so his sudden (and rather sporadic) appearance in hogwarts is nothing he cannot handle.

(he is certain there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for it.)

yet nothing in the world could possibly ready him for the ghost of his close friend, albus dumbledore. although he is far older than what he looked like a day ago, he remains very much the same man he's spent most (if not all) of his childhood with. it's very startling in its reality and it jostles him in a way he never thought possible.

to say the least, he needs time to process it before he decides to confront his friend on what had (or, rather, what will) happen to him. he doubts he will receive a straight answer since foreknowledge (and its risk of altering the timeline permanently) is a risk he's well aware of. nonetheless, he's still going to ask.

for now, elphias has found a tall, comfortable branch to perch on in a tree outside on the school grounds. if you perchance have the good fortune to pass by his resting spot, expect to be greeted by an acorn (or acorns) being dropped on your head (and, no, he does not happen to be in an acorn tree). ]

grand staircase

[ elphias seems to have found a step in one of the staircases to lie on. please do not trip on him. do not panic if you do, however. despite the odd looking hat covering most of his face, he will easily catch you before you fall to your untimely demise. ]

wildcard

[ find him stuck in a cauldron, squished beneath a bookshelf, or hanging from a window — the world is your oyster when it comes to stumbling on elphias doge in dumb af scenarios. alternatively, you can give him the prime opportunity to troll you in whatever fashion you desire. expect massive shitposting. :') ]

albus dumbledore

[preferable]

( gryffindor tower )
[ it's admittedly been a strange experience, being brought to a hogwarts of the far future, then meeting a ghostly version of himself who'd been professor and headmaster at points in the past. he has a number of questions that need answering, of course, but the evening passes in a blur, and frankly, he's exhausted. he feels a little ashamed to be thinking it, but caring for his sister is enough to weary anyone, and a part of him is still bitter about being forced to take on the duties. he has so, so much that he wants to do with his life, and now he can see all of his goals and plans beginning to fade away like so much smoke.

well.. that was true, anyway. he's not entirely certain what being here will mean for his future, now.

in the gryffindor common room, he can be found curled in a chair set a little further back from the rest of the room. he's at an ambiguous age in appearance-- maybe a seventh-year, or maybe just graduated. attractive and self-confident in a way that's nearly arrogant, he watches the rest of the room with a sort of hyper-intelligence that's nearly disturbing in its intensity. .. and then, there's something weirdly familiar for many about that particular shade of cornflower blue.. ]


( library )
[ it doesn't take albus long in his stay to make his way to the library, especially after his first glimpse of gellert, decades older and warily-regarded by those around him. he's done something, he knows instinctively. something awful, something albus hadn't been able to prevent, and he needs to know--

when he's spotted later, he's surrounded by books, looking white-faced and ill and angry, jaw clenched so tightly it's a minor miracle that his teeth aren't cracking beneath the pressure. ]


( grounds )
[ he settles, of course, because he has no choice. he speaks to gellert. he has decisions to make, a very careful dance to attempt-- if it's possible. can he keep the man in check? can he do so, more importantly, without falling into old patterns of thinking? without letting gellert manipulate him into the exact place and position he wants of albus?

being out on the grounds is a breath of fresh air. it lets him refocus himself, wash away any threads of influence still clinging to him, think clearly again.

merlin, what a mess. what a mistake.

at the edge of the lake, he skips a stone across the surface, watching it bounce and sink with a small frown. he doesn't even glance up at the sound of footsteps nearing him. instead, he summons the stone wordlessly back to his hand and throws it once more. ] Love, [ he addresses them without so much as a greeting, ] is an amazingly inconvenient emotion, don't you think?

grounds

[purports]

[ whatever afflictions you may have, rodolphus will not be able to help (or even want to for that matter), but he is the one you get.

as the current situation goes, everybody is trapped on school grounds which is honestly not too big of a difference for a student who was already stuck here to begin with. he happens to be such a student having already been in hogwarts for his final year prior to this peculiar turn of event. it made all of this extremely underwhelming (if not for a few minutes of mild amusement at the age differences and multiples of the same people).

he has decided to take a quiet walk since slytherin dungeon has been infested with far too many new faces. if he was one to respect the privacy of others, rodolphus may have stopped a few feet further away from albus. but since he inherently does not, he ends up directly behind him instead.

his gaze drops down to the small blond before it shifts toward the body of water. ]

It's inconvenient only to those who are controlled by it. [ his arms come to a fold across his chest. ] Otherwise, it has its uses.

[preferable]

[ 'uses'. that's a very gellert way of thinking, isn't it? ] It's not meant to have a 'use', [ he says without turning around, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. he frowns thoughtfully, adjusting a cuff with an absent gesture. maybe that's the problem, really-- it doesn't have a use, and it gets in the way of perfectly sound logic. that's his only explanation for what had transpired just recently with gellert. if he could just hate him..

maybe, as terrible as it sounds, it will take the fight and ariana's death to make something change inside him.

finally, he glances back and up, blinking mildly once, expression blandly polite. ] Pray tell, what uses have you found for it, then? I presume you've considered them.

[purports]

But it is. [ he trains his gaze back on the older man once he turns, gradually taking in his soft features. certain similarities jump out at him immediately. it won’t take long before he deduces who he may be speaking to, but he’s not wholly interested in piecing it together. ] Love, as I have come to understand it and its likeness to any other emotion, is used to fulfill an intrinsic need in an individual’s life to express and to feel.

[ he steps around him then to stand closer to the edge of the bank. ] Saying it isn’t meant to have a use is foolish. [ with a subtle gesture of his fingers, rodolphus lifts a small pebble off the ground into his left hand. ]

Why should I tell you what uses I have found for it? [ blue eyes shifts toward him as he rolls the stone between his fingers. ] You haven’t even introduced yourself to me. I’m not much in the habit of sharing personal information about myself, no less to a stranger who lacks basic manners.

anyway here's grindelwald (grounds.)

[roblet]

[ Gellert would usually be impossible to miss: youthful energy and bravado and a magnetism that can't be resisted. He's seen himself though, seen Albus' ghost, wondered what's happened. Looked into it.

He's not sure what to think.

It's not that he's worried about it happening (though once he knows what happens to Ariana he feels a pang of true regret for the first time), but that he's not sure what it means now that he knows it. Can he prevent it? Can he keep Albus at his side if he makes the right decisions? Questions, questions. He doesn't expect to see the Albus he knows so well though but he does, drawn like a moth to flame. Or would it be flame to a moth?

No matter.

He waits though, because Albus - his Albus - seems so troubled. He must know. Gellert wonders if Albus hates him or still loves him and for a short stint he doesn't want to find out. So there's a gap, a period of a few days. But when he's out on the grounds (what a castle, he thinks, fascinated) and spots Albus by the lake, he can't help himself. He drifts closer, watching, listening, and only stops moving after the other wizard has spoken, pausing at his side with his hands clasped behind his back. ] I don't think so, no. [ It's convenient for some people. ] Such a declaration hardly suits you, Albus.

screams gently into the void

[preferable]

[ he is not expecting to hear so familiar a voice, and it shows as albus finally glances toward the other teen, bright eyes wide in surprise. gellert! his gellert, even, the one he knows. instinctively, his hand flits up to his neck as if to hide the mark there, which is silly for several reasons. for one thing, he'd healed it after it happened-- for another, it was made by gellert, for merlin's sake.

dropping his hand once more, he takes a breath and glances away, staring out at the lake. ]

I suppose that you wouldn't, all things considered. [ he pauses, sighing quietly. ] It's been a very interesting few days, Gellert. [ that's the very least of it. ] You've spoken with.. well, with yourself?

[roblet]

[ Gellert's gaze flicks to where Albus' hand comes to rest, something indescribable settling in his eyes for just a moment. Then he smiles and it's the familiar kind, the sort he wears when they discuss so many things at once that anyone else would be lost in the flurry of it. He can't help it.

He watches Albus' profile, taking in the sight of him. ] I never have.

[ There's a pause then and his head cants to the side as though he's curious, though his hands stay clasped. ] Interesting is certainly a word for it. I... have, yes. We spoke very recently. [ No sense in making Albus think that his counterpart knew he was here all along. ] It's strange. Seeing him.

grounds

[witwanton]

[It's an odd thing to say out of nowhere to a stranger, and it's the sort of thing Merlin can't just leave be.]

Maybe a little. But it's necessary. Like breathing, yeah?

[He steps closer, glancing about for a good skipping rock of his own.]

The most amazing, wonderful parts of this world come from love. Sometimes terrible things too, sure, but-- [He picks up a smooth, round stone. That should work.] I think it's worth it. I think far worse things come from the absence of love.

[He tosses the stone across the lake, smiling as it hops across the water.]

[preferable]

It's rather less like breathing than like choking in my experience. The romantic sort, anyway.

[ it's panic-inducing and can kill you, for instance. even so, he heaves a weary sigh, reaching up to rub the back of a hand over his eyes. as inconvenient as it is, he generally agrees with the stranger-- part of the trouble with gellert is that he doesn't feel love or empathy, and people that can't feel those things can allow themselves to do truly terrible things. (maybe that's its real use.)

the hand against his eyes lowers, but to the side of his neck, rubbing at the spot that gellert bit. the mark is gone now, of course, because albus isn't the sort of man to wear anyone's, but he still remembers the ache and the thrill. ] It's unfortunate, really, because things would be made so much easier for everyone if I could hate him properly. [ albus that is not an explanation. ]

[witwanton]

[Freya comes to mind first and Merlin ducks his head a moment.] The romantic sort’ll definitely get you in even more trouble, to be sure.

[He doesn’t really need a full explanation, because he already understands. Now it’s Arthur that comes to mind, and Morgana, and Mordred. He’d had similar thoughts about all three of them at different times, for different reasons.

He replies slowly, as though he’s still figuring it out for himself. He is, really.] It shouldn’t be easy to hate, especially not someone you’ve loved. Even when they fully deserve it.

[A flash of magic in his eyes calls the stone back to his hand and he skips it again.]

I believe you should help people whenever you can, but… some people won’t be helped. No matter what you do. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try, of course. [He calls the stone back again, eyeing it contemplatively.] There comes a point with those people when you’re just deluding yourself, though.