three_broomsticks | Hogwarts: A Jamjar Meme

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

2. Tag other characters

3. Have fun!

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Well, this was bound to happen, wasn't it? With two Moonys flitting about, and various other multiples and time contusions, it was only a matter of time before he came face to face with himself, yeah?

Sirius, unsurprisingly, takes it rather in stride, however.

"Well hello, handsome," he says with a brief glance, before he's flicking his wand to clear off the table, all of the assorted items flying back into the large wooden crate they'd come from. "Fancy meeting you here."

What a sweet talker. He takes a moment to preen under the compliment, grinning around the joint between his lips, waggling his eyebrows in a way that many would deem indecent. But is it really indecent when you're waggling your brows at yourself?

Exactly.

"Innit? Surprised McGonagall didn't throw a fuss over us--" that throws him for a hot second, but he shrugs and rolls with it, "--coming back." A pause, brows lifting. "Blimey, how old are you, anyhow?"

Honestly, smoking during class? Was he truly such an obnoxious little arse in his youth? Sirius reaches to pluck that joint right out from between those smarmy little lips, then stubs it out on the edge of the table, and pockets it, because there's no sense in wasting good weed, after all. He'll just be confiscating this, because reasons.

"Honestly, you don't ask a lady her age," he says in mock offense, though the ghost of a grin is tugging at one corner of his mouth. "I'm thirty-five."

Mock gasp. It's rude to steal a man's weed! Even if you're stealing from yourself. Especially when you're stealing from yourself.

"Good thing there's no ladies 'round, then, and just manly, handsome blokes." Sirius gives his little joint, all smushed up, one last, longing look, before his head is whipping up to regard his older self.

There's a low and long whistle at the number, and his look sure does turn part speculative and part appreciative now. "So we grow up to be old geezers, yeah?" He nods to himself, strutting closer, hands shoved in his pockets as he gives... himself... a once over. "Well shite! 'least we didn't get arse ugly!"

Don't worry, Sirius, the joint will go to good use, smushed or not. Extra-curricular activity.

"'Course we didn't," he says with a haughty look, as if it's an answer to be expected, though there's something dark that ghosts briefly behind his eyes. If only old geezer was accurate enough; Sirius would have very much liked to have been much, much older, an actual geezer when he went and died.. but what can you do. Now's not the time to be crying about it.

"Like a fine wine, I'm only enhanced with age."

If you say so, Sirius... Why can't he participate in extracurriculars? He's a team player here!

Man, but his older self's a cheeseball. Does he really grow up to talk that way? Sirius folds his arms over his chest, adopting a skeptical look. Then, like an little arrogant thing, he lifts his hand and makes a twisting gesture. "Spin around, then. Lemme get a good look at this fine wine. I hope you took good care of our arse. The girls still love it, yeah?

"Speaking of, how's that going?" He means the love life, not the arse.

Hate to break it to you, little man, but we've always been a cheeseball. You're no better, mate.

But Sirius is, of course, more than happy to give the boy a good look; with his hands up, palm out, he turns in a slow circle; take a good gander, young man, age has been kind to us. But truth be told there are signs and changes, little differences; Azkaban was only two years ago, after all, and while Sirius is loads more healthy than he'd been when he escaped, there's still a subtle gauntness about him, like he's just a hair too slim, stretched, and something in his eyes has shifted. None of it is particularly easy to spot, but he's not the same man he was before he went to prison.

"Oh, you know," he says, with an easy shrug. "The bachelor life chooses you, and all that."

Hogwarts: A Jamjar Meme

GOOD LORD

TOO MUCH SEXY FOR ONE THREAD

it's true so true

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