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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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Sorry, mate, Remus has been mourning so he can't quite just set it aside. He tries though, for Sirius' sake. He searches for a smile and it almost reaches his eyes, too.

"Some months," he says and you could probably measure the time by the length of his beard and hair because he just hasn't really cared to groom himself.

This place seems to make less and less sense with every minute that passes, but he's got no choice but to simply roll with it. He's alive (probably, in a manner of speaking), he's safe, and nearly all the news he's heard has been good news, so he's got no complaints yet. So far as life after death goes, this isn't so bad.

Why Remus is here, though - that's really the question. Sirius can worry about that later; right now, his best mate looks a sad wreck, and Sirius just can't abide that.

"Are you growing that beard out in memory of me?" he asks with a grin, tugging playfully at the thick fluff at Remus' jaw. "It's quite impressive. I'm touched."

"Shut up," Remus says with mild amusement but despite the harsh words, there's fondness there and he doesn't seem to mind the tugging at all. "Maybe I was just cold."

He draws back then, rubbing his hands over his face and what emerges from behind them is an actual smile, soft and flushed, a spatter of freckles clear on his high cheekbones, a map of stars broken with haphazard lines of scars.

He studies Sirius for a moment, his greying hair and stormy eyes.

"Seems like a gift, this thing."

It's good to see that smile, however sad and weary it might be, still it's able to fill his heart with a bit of burgeoning warmth. Much as he's enjoying this place, it's easy to accidentally run headlong into heartache, he's found, but that's something they're simply going to need to grow accustomed to.

"Cold, sure. Well you'll certainly be warm enough now, with that wool coat on your face," he teases, and all that fondness that Remus is offering is reflected right back in the warmth of Sirius' eyes.

".. but yeah, seems so. You won't be hearing any complaints, from me."

As far as being dead and all goes, this is pretty grand.

"Very warm," Remus says with a hint of a smirk. They both know that he had just let it go, out of Feelings. There's no need to say it.

He reaches over to lay his fingers on Sirius' forehead and feels it gingerly. There's a small bump ready to grow larger.

"I'm sorry. I was... in a hurry, apparently."

Merlin he's missed that fortunate face smiling at him. He had thought he'd never speak with Sirius again.

Well, Godspeed, Moony, because Sirius plans on keeping his fortunate face right here, for as long as he can, thank you very much.

"Yeah, cracked me one good, you did," he says through a smirk, lifting his eyebrows and looking up toward Remus' wrist, wincing a little at the pressure of his fingers. "I'm maimed for life, I hope you're pleased with yourself. Who could ever love me now?"

"Oh, I don't know," Remus says, his brows arching up with amusement. "You're probably ruined for life."

He pulls his hand away and then turns to pick up the book from his old bed, walking with it to the window and dropping it to the desk.

"You'll just have to get used to loveless life."

"I don't know how I'll ever manage."

Remus pulls away, and Sirius smiles after him, then drops heavily onto the edge of his bed again, leaning his elbows onto his thighs. The bump is clearly all but forgotten.

"So, going to angle for your old job back?"

"I might as well teach while we're here if anyone wants the classes I can provide," Remus says as he returns to his bed, sitting on the edge, opposing Sirius. "Might have to look for the Shrieking Shack for full moons again."

He reaches over to nudge Sirius' thigh. "Are you going to teach?"

"'Course they do," Sirius says with a grin, cocking a brow and giving Remus a knowing look. "The way I heard it told, you were Hogwarts' most popular Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher by far."

Not that the competition was incredibly stiff, what with Umbridge, Quirrel, Lockhart and Snape in the running against him, but somehow Sirius still thinks that even if the others had been decent, Remus would still be favored. Sirius never saw him teach, but he knows Remus; he's got exactly the right temperament for it, and just enough of a sense of humor and adventure to likely make every class entertaining, as well as informative.

"Me? Oh, I don't know. I've thought about it, yeah."

"And the competition for that spot was ever so challenging," Remus replies drily. But he thinks Sirius is right, there probably is something to teach. Especially to the younger ones. It seems that the courses that are cropping up are pretty advanced most of them. Someone should provide something to do for the kids.

"What would you teach?" he urges Sirius to think about it further.

Yeah yeah, he saw that coming; Remus has always had a knack for skirting around compliments. Sirius smiles anyway, because he knows he's right, that Remus surely made an excellent professor, and will again.

"Mm, I don't know.." he says, leaning back on his hands and squinting up at the familiar ceiling. "Transfig, maybe? I've always been good at that." But the way he says it is noncommittal; much as he enjoys transfiguration, he's not so sure he'd be good at teaching it.

It's not that Remus doesn't think he can't do it. Just that it's pretty clear he's not wanted by most parents to teach their kids. And he understands why. So he has given up thinking about it as something he can do.

"Hmm." Remus eyes him curiously. He doesn't think Sirius would be good at teaching transfiguration. Minerva excels in it because of who she is. Sirius is too much of a fast and loose type to teach something that requires a lot of training and concentration.

"Maybe something more imaginative?" he suggests mildly. "I doubt it has to be one of the usual subjects."

Well those parents are wrong, of course, because Sirius knows his werewolf, knows that he's about as frightening as a puppy, and he's far too protective a person to ever admit otherwise. In his eyes, you'll always be the best professor ever, Moons.

"Mmm.."

Sirius lapses into a thoughtful silence, chewing absently at his lower lip. This Hogwarts isn't quite like the one he's known, of course, and it's entirely possible that they could offer all manner or colorful elective courses. It wouldn't be a stretch, really; He'd always thought Hogwarts had been a little light on the more vocational studies.

"Wonder if there's any demand for magical engineering."

That's because you're biased, mate. That's all there is to it.

Remus waits patiently while Sirius mulls it over. He's actually putting some thought into it, which says good things for the future of the course. Sirius rarely fails in anything he puts his mind into.

"Doesn't hurt to try, does it?"

There's an encouraging smile on Remus' lips and his brows arch up expectantly.

Yes, he is. But in this case he also happens to be right, okay.

That smile is certainly enough to have him thinking about it a little more seriously; Remus has always been good at getting under his skin, at knowing just when and how to push him when he needs it. Flashing him a smile, Sirius plucks idly at a loose thread on the bedspread.

"I suppose not. We'll see how it unfolds, at any rate."

Just one opinion. That happens to be yours.

Remus also knows that Sirius isn't the type to work well under constant push and nagging, so he nods and lets it go for now. The seed of an idea is there, and it's a good one.

"Something to think about," he says and rubs his hands against his thighs.

Still right! Forever right!

And it's certainly working; Remus knows him too damned well, it's almost problematic. The seed's there all right, though, and if Sirius' thoughtful silence just after is any indication, it's taking root rather easily.

At last, though, he sucks in a breath and straightens again. "So. Now that you've got me back again, a bright ray of sunshine in your lonely, Padfoot-bereft life, are you going to keep going with the wild man look?"

You're dreaming.

There's a smile, like the moon, spread on Remus' lips as he stands up, mysterious and saying he knows more than he lets on. He moves around the room and studies little things, details that were there already when they were boys.

Then he glances over his shoulder at Sirius. "What makes you think this is because of you? Perhaps I just felt like going hippy for a while."

He scratches his chin, all the scruff there, and looks at himself through the reflection in the window. Vanity, it's such an interesting thing. It's rearing its ugly head again, like clockwork. Maybe he should shave...

Sirius doesn't stand, but remains lounging, boneless and lazy while Remus picks around the room, like every little thing he sees and touches is a fresh wave of nostalgia. Sirius' eyes follow him, lidded and calm, and an easy smile stretches across his mouth.

"Of course it's because of me," he says, cocksure as always, watching Remus' reflection in the mirror while he rubs at his scruffy chin, seeing already how he's second-guessing himself.

With a great heave, he pushes himself up and to his feet, stepping up beside and behind Remus, to squint into the mirror. "But it looks perfectly fine. If you like it, keep it."

Sirius comes up behind him and Remus meets his gaze through the reflection, there's bone deep sadness in there, but also delirious happiness, crashing and meeting in the middle, creating a sort of unexpected serenity.

"Well," he starts, tilting his chin to the side as if he were going to turn to look at Sirius, but doesn't, instead he looks at them both in the reflection from the corner of his eye. "I wasn't exactly thinking about how it would look when I let it grow. It just happened."

He reaches behind him slowly, curling his fingertips to the hem of Sirius' shirt.

"I was... I suppose..." He pauses, licking his lips then continues after a deep swallow: "A bit of a mess, you see. Someone I--" The playful tone hollows out a little bit. "I cared about passed away."

Sirius sees it easily, of course, the quiet pain in Remus' eyes, and he understands it completely. The two of them have had more than enough grief in their life to be far too intimate with how it feels, Sirius can still remember the awful pain of losing James and Lily, how it had felt in the moment as if nothing would ever be right again, as if the agony of loss would never stop, relentless and violent.

Remus had felt it all over again. Sirius is making light of it, he knows, but he knows too that his best mate has been through the meat grinder again.

A shadow ghosts behind Sirius' eyes, and he drops his gaze down and away, quiet and abashed, until he feels the gentle tug of Remus' fingers. For a moment Sirius is still and silent, before he's slipping his arms up and closing them around Remus from behind, tugging him back and into his grasp, hugging him tightly. "Well he's here now," he says, gently. "And I don't imagine he's going anywhere."

With a stuttering exhale, Remus lets himself be pulled back, leaning into the circle of Sirius' arms. He doesn't want to make this reunion all about grief and sadness but he can't seem to shake it off as much as he would like to.

He tilts his head back and against Sirius', knocking his temple on Sirius' forehead, his arms coming to rest on top of Sirius' around his middle.

"He better not." A small smile tucks at his lips. "I'd be inclined to make his life difficult if he'd even consider such a course of action."

Grief and sadness seem to follow them wherever they go, really, so it's not as if it's unexpected. Sirius finds himself in a bit of an odd place, considering he'd only been dead (as far as memory serves) for a handful of minutes before popping up here. It hasn't felt as if he's been dead at all, truth be told, only as if he's just gone from one room to the next.

But Remus has been months bereft. Remus had to go on living, with all his closest friends taken from him, alone again.

So when Remus leans back, Sirius tightens his grip, holding him close, securely, as if to drive home the fact that he's here, real and solid and alive. "Well we can't have that," he says lightly, a smile curving against Remus' cheek. "Your vengeance is terrible to behold."

"You almost sound like you might belittle my vengeance but you should fear me, Pads," he says softly, the corners of his mouth pulling up while he leans in against Sirius, shuddering in the secure hold because it's exactly what he needs and what he's been missing in the past months, tactile contact, someone who knows him well enough to call him out on his bullshit.

Merlin, he has missed his best friend...

It hasn't been more than a few months and Remus is already done.

"Be terrified," he murmurs, smirking

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