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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.
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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And it hasn't gone away with age, definitely not.
Remus tries to make himself small and invisible for the rest of the class, avoiding eye contact with anyone, just pushing together the engine parts on his own.
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Sirius doesn't miss that blush, you can be sure; oh, he'd all but forgotten how Remus could be, how uncertain a little thing he was. Sure, there's dry wit and enough passive aggression to choke a horse behind that cute facade and he knows it, but it's no less fun to see this side of him again.
The class is simple. They're tasked with building little houses for Hagrid's multiplying Flitterbies, of any size, shape and style they prefer, within a set range of sizes. One opening, and a heat source of their own making, to attract the insects, and only spellwork to keep the thing together. Sirius meanders about, joking with students, helping out where he can, trying to keep them from burning their eyebrows off, but it's only a matter of time before he's leaning over Remus' table from the opposite side, hands loosely crossed, elbows on the tabletop.
"How you doing over here, Moons?"
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Crafts. He hates it.
The only outstanding part of it is the spellwork that he made and it has no flaws what so ever.
"I'm just fine," he says with a little bit clipped tone, which slows towards the end of the sentence when he glances at Sirius from the corner of his eye. Unfair. Should be illegal, really. He sits down in a hurry and a hint of colour flushes over his cheeks.
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The little house looks a mess, of course, sloppy and uneven, but the spellwork is excellent, which is what matters most. Sure, aesthetic is very important, but you don't see the buildings in Diagon Alley all standing tall and straight, do you? A little bit of mess seems to be how most wizards and witches prefer things.
Even still, Remus' particular mess is still messier than most. Sirius smiles, turning it over in his hands. "You worked out your heat source, yet?"
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He points out to the pointed stick under the contraption. It's covered in runes. He studied them while the others were busy making themselves animagi. "Stick it into the ground, it'll tap into the warmth of the ground itself and power up. The radius is five meters to every direction. Could probably power up a solarium."
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"Good job. You're the only one so far who's even begun to think in that direction. S'pose I shouldn't be surprised, eh?"
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"I'd be very disappointed if you were surprised." Then he realises how forward that sounds and clears his throat, looking away.
"This is kind of weird, isn't it?" He glances at Sirius from the corner of his eye.
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Remus' question gives him pause, however, and Sirius lifts his eyes to the sky in thought, before he's pulling up a stool to sit on. "I suppose it is, a bit," he says, then shrugs, and smiles warmly, bemused, glancing back to Remus' young face.
"But I'm not complaining. It's quite entertaining for me, I'd forgotten that there was ever a time before you could grow a decent beard."
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Then he clonks his elbows on the table, chin propped between his hands as he looks at old man Sirius. "I'm an entertainment for you, am I?"
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"Now now, I managed it, eventually," he retorts, and rubs a palm against his bearded jaw appreciatively. He's rather proud of his scruff, okay, it only took him over a decade to grow.
"But 'course you are. I mean, look at you. You can't tell me I'm not entertaining for you, too."
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He's biting his lip as he looks back at Sirius and tilts his head in a way that might have been an equivalent of a shrug. "Mildly entertaining," he says, a little bit teasingly. He can't help it. He shouldn't be like this with a professor but it's also Sirius...
"You could improve your performance."
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So he's not at all offended, he's only been a professor for a few days, after all, it hardly matters to him if he's shown the proper respect. Well. Within reason, at least. He lifts his eyebrows, appraising.
"Oh yeah? What, I'm not entertaining enough, just existing, is that it?"
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He's not really being insolent on purpose. It's just that Sirius is still Sirius and it's hard to remember that he's supposed to show the same kind of respect to him as he would to professor McGonagall for example.
"Do you like it?" he suddenly asks, a little bit shyly. "T-teaching."
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"Mm, I think so," he says with a shrug, after a moment's thought. "It's not something I'd ever really considered for myself, but it's been an absolute blast so far. Sirius Black, molding the minds of tomorrow."
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It makes Remus feel inexplicably shy. Like he has no right to say he knows this man.
"What a dreadful idea that had been," he says still with a small smile, trying to hold onto his guns, acting the way he does with Sirius usually. "Whoever thought that was a good idea will regret the day they caved when you've ruined the all the dignity from a generation of noble Slytherins by making them build beast cages."
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A soft chuckle rolls in his throat, and Sirius sits back in his seat.
"Well, they'll just have to get over it, now won't they?" he says airily, grey eyes sweeping over her small crowd. "Might serve 'em well to learn a bit of humility." Oops. Teachers really shouldn't be talking like that, should they? They're supposed to retain veiled neutrality as much as possible. Ah, but old habits die hard sometimes.
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"That's not exactly very professional, professor Black," he murmurs, making sure no one else hears them. Because to be honest, he doesn't want Sirius to get in trouble and his first instinct is to make sure it doesn't happen.
It doesn't matter that he doesn't know what has happened to this Sirius, he's still Sirius, some things are obvious.
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"You've caught me," he says, with mocking apology, shaking his head and attempting to look as chaste as he can manage, which is, of course, not very much at all. "Right then, little Moonlet, go on and finish that up then, you're nearly there," he says, grinning again and straightening up again.
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"Ah, nearly there, I see." He pulls his project closer and eyes it critically. "Thank you, professor."
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"Right you are. If you've got any more questions, holler."