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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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."

Mother, please.

"I don't--" His head whips in her direction. Wide-eyed, scared, yes, he's scared... even by the prospect of a younger Voldemort. Hadn't they had enough of it all? Why is this happening? Draco looks forward again, brows furrowed for but a moment before his expression smooths.

He'll have to maintain his composure. If nothing else, it's for her. He needs to be strong for her, so that she won't worry.

"I hadn't planned on it. What will we do if he approaches us?" Just how old is the wizard? "He and Father... He'll recognize us by name, won't he?" Just when had his father become a Death Eater, anyway?

"He seems very young, darling," she replies, a bit of wild around her eyes. "You might be safer if you don't mention your last name. But if it happens that you must, just do it. Don't explain anything."

As far as she could see, there weren't any other Death Eaters, aside from a younger version of Draco's godfather. They could probably keep the pretence going for a while. Hopefully until they could figure out a way out of here.

"And do not call him Dark Lord." They weren't supposed to do that if they were just any other wizards. "Be... insignificant."

"It might not be that easy. Potter's lurking about, which means Granger and Weasley must be nearby, as well. They'll give us away in a heartbeat."

There's no heat in his voice, surprisingly, just a tiredness tinged with bitterness. It would seem that they're forever destined to be plagued by the trio.

"I hadn't intended on it," he mutters. Though this talk of being insignificant? It earns her a sharp look punctuated by a marked frown. It was one thing to behave as such while home, after the war. They are neither at home, and judging by the others here, it's not after the war. At least in this space.

Speaking of spaces, Draco comes to an abrupt halt just as they're about to take another step--one that would lead htem directly off the bridge.

"Did the air just move?"

"I doubt anyone is eager to escalate the situation with the Dark Lord in this situation, Draco." She sighed. Potter or the rest of the kids. Besides, Harry Potter might not feel like giving up his only allies in the Dark Lord's forces. Not if he is clever.

She stops too at the end of the bridge. Not out of her own free will, however, but being unable to go on.

"Figures," she huffs. "What does that old bat want from us?" Frustrated, exasperated, she is already done with this place.

"You've never seen how we carried on in school, mother." He says it with a dryness in his tone. "Even when I avoided the whole lot of them, Potter still crowed about me being up to no good. If he's younger here, what's to stop him?"

He falls silent while his mother vents, grey eyes studying the area. It seemed like the air shivered before them, but she stepped into that space and nothing happened. Experimentally, he reaches out, half expecting to feel an invisible wall separating them from the other side. There's nothing brushing his fingertips--just the intense lack of will to walk any further.

With a grunt he drops his hand, disgusted. He's not quite ready to talk about Dumbledore, not yet, so doesn't respond to her question. Likely, it was rhetorical anyway. Instead, he pulls away from her hold and turns around, squinting up at the castle. "Maybe there's something here to help us with our situation back home."

Her temper is quickly quelled when Draco reacts to the situation in a much more mature way. He's growing up with such hurry that she can't keep up with it. But of course she's always proud of her son who has come such a long way.

She inhales slowly and turns away from the resistance as well, smoothing her hand down along his back before stepping forward, calmly this time, returning towards the castle.

"Of course, darling. Perhaps there is something. And I'm quite sure Harry Potter isn't that much of a trouble. You surely can handle him now that you know what you know."

It's a task much less than what the Dark Lord put on him, but just as important, failure could be quite lethal.

Draco hasn't grown up fully, though. He still listens to her aptly, still takes comfort in her touch--perhaps more so than he did before, if only because the ordeal with Voldemort and the Death Eaters placed some things into perspective for him. Quite a bit into perspective, actually.

~~But really, he's still a mama's boy at heart.~~

Some of the tension eases from his shoulders at her touch, and he releases a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, before falling into step with her again.

"Yes, of course." He's doubtful, but he won't let her see that. Potter is and always will be a thorn in his side. Even if he has advantage of time and experience on his side, he has no doubt a younger version of the wonder boy will still cause him a wretched headache. "I'll take care of him."

He will. If nothing else, than for her sake.

Hogwarts: A Jamjar Meme

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