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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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Ginny freezes. Eyes widening, lips parting.

We're doing this now?

Well... just what is that supposed to mean, exactly? She pulls back, hands dropping from his cheeks to his shoulders as she watches him with furrowed brows. He'd responded to the kiss. Sort of. Not in the way she'd imagined he would've under normal circumstances, but he'd still responded. And yes, that's not exactly the sort of thing she wants to hear after kissing Harry, but--

"Did you have something else you'd rather be doing?" There's a note of something in her voice. Not snappish as she might've been--because she's working on that temper, damn it, because she wants this to work--but still something defensive.

Without thinking of it, she reaches up with her left hand to jerkily tug a chunk of red hair behind her ear. The ring on her finger feels much colder in the choppy wind, now; or maybe that's just her.

"No!" He claims that with so much force it must be very true. He'd rather not be doing anything else but he kind of promised to her that he'd actually try the break then when they last broke up. That he wouldn't try to win her back at the next possible moment.

"I'm just--"

And there he pauses, gaze following her hand as she drags hair behind her ear and there it is, a ring around her finger. And he's frozen again, not breathing this time as he stares at her hand.

He hasn't proposed to her. And there she is with a ring. A surge of irrational jealousy just floods him from top to bottom, anger and irritation. He's frowning, reaching for her hand and pulling it up between them.

"What's this?" he asks, both afraid to hear the answer and so ready to hear it. So he can go beat up whoever the hell dared to propose to his girlfriend. (Even if they technically aren't...)

He just... what?

Oh. Ohh! Well it makes sense now, seeing the way he grabs her hand and stares at her engagement ring as if it were some demonic piece of jewelry.

"That's a ring, Harry," she patiently says. She shouldn't tease him--it's too much like poking the bear when he'd been brutally honest about kissing her--but look at him. If she reached up to touch his cheeks again, how hot would they be right now? He's too cute for his own good. "Typically a man will offer a woman a ring when he intends on marrying her. And seeing as I'm carrying the man who offered me this ring's baby..." She shrugs.

Thank Merlin for all those years with big brothers who showed her the necessity of maintaining a poker face.

"A .... bab--" What?

Harry's other hand is in a tight fist and he stares at her like she just yanked the world from under him.

She's having a baby. With someone who proposed her.

Honestly, he isn't this thick. He isn't. But there are Strong Feelings coming in the way of thinking clearly and he just lets go of her hand and steps backward, completely baffled and hurt and oh Merlin's tits...

"Who is it?" he asks finally, studying her face to understand what's going on.

That's not a good look. That's a kicked puppy look, and she suddenly feels awful for teasing him--even if he's being absolutely ridiculous. Just who would she want to marry, aside from him? Hadn't she made that perfectly clear in all the years they'd dated, no matter how many times they'd broken up or gotten back together?

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, hands falling back to her side when he creates more space between them.

Still--still she shrugs again, looking off in the distance, squinting as she considers the stands. "Well he's very handsome, you see. Brilliant, as well. You'd never want to face off against him in a duel, because he's just that resourceful. It's all rather instinctive, I think." A fond little smile dances on her lips as she looks back at him. "And very kind. One of the kindest people I know. He puts up with my temper, as well, no matter how rotten I can get."

"W-when did you have time to meet this Mr. Wonderful? And make a baby with him?" Harry tries to keep his temper in check because oh Merlin, she's actually with a baby? But his tone of voice is a little desperate, just a little bit louder than is necessary.

"And why are you here kissing me if you--"

He pauses. Eyes narrowing at her.

"Oh."

Then his brows arch and he searches her face for affirmation.

"I'm not very good with your temper, Gin."

The aha moment makes her grin.

"Well, I've known him since I was a little girl. Always had a horrible crush on him." She steps closer, closing the distance he'd just created. "The baby was an accident. He's busy being an auror, you see, saving people and being heroic, and I'm still playing quidditch."

There's still something unsure in his gaze, something that has her reaching for that hand that'd been in such a tight fist, she's sure his knuckles ached. She lifts his hand, pressing a kiss to each knuckle, trying to soothe him after working him up into such a frenzy.

"You get better. And I'm working on it too."

The fist is long gone, he's just staring at her with something that might be the beginnings of a smile, fragile, hesitant to believe what she's saying but oh so eager to do so.

His hand unfurls and he brushes his fingertips across her cheek. Then they slip into her hair and behind her head, pulling her close so he can kiss her, sweet and soft, tasting her mouth like if it were the first time.

"Do I?" he asks in a whisper, his voice hopeful and tremulous. "Do we really?"

And then, with his mouth dragging across her cheek: "A baby?"

There's her Harry. It doesn't matter what time he's from, he's still hers. Still kisses her the way she remembers. Gentle in a way that makes her feel like she's the most important thing to him. She kisses him back the same, soft lips and warm tongue, with an apology layered in as well for teasing him.

"You proposed to me!" She says it with a laugh, looping her arms around his shoulders and leaning into him. "Little baby. You can't see it yet, it's still so soon. The bitty thing gave you and I a bit of a scare.

"But it's alright now," she whispers, nosing his jaw. Or it will be. They're working on it, on not being so volatile. "It'll be alright, you know. I'm not sure when you're from, but it will be."

"Well, I should have," Harry grins against her jaw. Then he moves just a little bit backward, to peer down at her stomach, his fingers spreading over it protectively and he looks up at her with a smile. "Sounds like we have it figured out. Eventually."

He sounds happy about it. Happy and impressed.

"We were on a break," he admits with a sheepish grin. "You probably know how that goes. And how successful those breaks are."

His arms are around her, pulling her close, holding on tightly.

"I've managed to do one thing right it seems."

"As best as you and I can, I'd say." Which is to say they'd pretty much winged it ever since the baby. Have it or don't have it? Engagement. A whirlwind of activity between that excitement and their jobs. "I guess we both just needed a good kick in the arse. A wonder Ron or Hermione didn't do it for us."

A break. Always on break. She makes a face--wrinkled nose and pursed lips.

"I'd say they're very successful. Just look at how frenzied we are to get back together again."

No, they're awful. She never wants to experience another one of those ever again. Hopefully, this plan sticks. She thinks it will, believes it with every ounce of her being because the alternative...

"You've done a lot right, you git." She leans back, still in the cradle of his arms, and pokes his forehead. "A ring doesn't change all that. It didn't make me love you more, you know."

"Not perfect," he says remembering a conversation they once had. "But maybe good enough?"

She's still just as fierce as she used to be, back in school. He wants to laugh and protest that they wouldn't need to get back together if they were together all the time, but then she's already poking his scarred forehead and Harry blinks, staring at her curiously.

She has a habit of doing this, complimenting him in the strangest ways. She always did. Yet she isn't afraid to speak her mind when he's done something really stupid.

"Yeah, I know. I just mean that... I'm glad." He gives her a small grin, sheepish really. "I love you too."

"Definitely good enough," she says, lifting her hand up and wiggling her fingers, showing off her engagement ring with a grin. It's a wonder how she could have ever gotten annoyed with him when he's always been so charming and sweet. (Easy, she still does, sometimes, like he does with her, because beneath the charm and sweetness, there's a little shite, as well. Like her.)

He has a habit of looking surprised when she does compliment him. It makes something fierce and protective stir inside her every time.

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to remind you of that every day." Another thing about him: he's adorable when he gets self-conscious like that. "Right after I beat you around the pitch!"

She wiggles out of his arms and swoops down to pick up her broom, lightly swatting his arse with the butt of it before hopping on and kicking into the air. Her laughter's echoing behind her as she zips away.

She's such a troll at times, pushing him, jerking his touchy sensibilities. Harry can't help but laugh at her bravado, though, because it's so like her. He oomphs when she swats at his ass but lets her have her head start on her broom. (You have to cut pregnant women some slack, right? Merlin's tits though, a child. His child. The thought is both terrifying and exciting at the same time.)

Harry grabs his own broom and is on it just as swiftly as her and screaming through the air to catch her up. There's no way he's going to actually beat her around pitch. She trains daily and he's only on broom when he has the time.

But it doesn't stop him from trying.

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Hogwarts: A Jamjar Meme

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