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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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[Remus watches her curiously as she moves about, eyes drawn time and time again to her impressively bright hair. She's like no Mediwitch that he's ever encountered before – especially not one employed at Hogwarts – but then, there are loads of people in the castle now that appear more than a bit out of place.

Despite how his eyes squint against the light in the office, there's no mistaking the surprise in his expression when she mentions having worked closely with werewolves in the past. Where had she come from, that she would speak so openly about associating with 'undesirables' like him? She'd obviously recognized his symptoms right away simply by looking at him – not because anyone had informed her of his situation in particular, then.

Head still pounding, it's a moment before his brain catches up with what he's been asked.]

Sorry, access to what?

I'll take that as a 'no', then.

[ where had he been before hogwarts? if he can't get access to wolfsbane, then how had he known to come to her? unless.. it's not a matter of 'where' but 'when' for this young man.

the thought makes her stiffen briefly, glancing him over more closely. his hair and eyes are familiar, and something in the shape of his features..

oh. she takes a careful breath. ] .. You must be Remus. [ she doesn't really have many photos of her father as a young man. she doesn't have many photos of him at all, truthfully.

her eyes slide away, and she shifts, picking up a stoppered container and offering it out to him. ] Wolfsbane potion allows a werewolf to keep his or her human mind during course of the transformation. It helps ease the pain, as well. This is my own improvement, which shortens the dosages and improves the analgesic effect. .. Doesn't do much for the taste, though, unfortunately. [ she worries at her lower lip, glance flicking from him to the other containers on her desk. ] .. However, you generally still need to take it for a few days beforehand, so I've chosen some additional medicines that should help.

[Remus accepts the bottle, downing the contents without question. The taste is foul, but although he makes a face, he doesn't complain.]

That's right. Remus... Lupin. [As he says the last name, his gaze lingers on her, expression guarded despite his curiosity. It had been obvious enough from the start that they're not copies of the same person, but that doesn't mean they're not related somehow – a thought that still makes him feel a bit conflicted. He tries to smile, but the initial affects of the potion are making his head swim, so it comes out as more of a grimace.] Not too many werewolves around here besides, well. Me.

[After a moment, the pain in his head begins to subside, and he examines the empty bottle in his hand with interest.] I can't believe they've a potion now... [This time when he looks up at her, his expression is somewhat sheepish.]

I would have come sooner if I'd known. And you said that it... that I'll be able to stay conscious the whole time? [He worries his lip as he considers the possibility and all that it could mean if he were to retain his mind through the transformation. When he speaks next, his voice is quiet, almost too afraid to hope:]

Does that mean... I won't have to worry about hurting anyone?

[ of course he is. she's not sure why it didn't occur to her the moment she realized he was a werewolf. how many werewolves have ever attended hogwarts, after all? and with the way it is now, with so many different times and versions of reality intersecting here..

merlin, he's so young.

she breathes out, trying not to shake as she gently plucks the empty container out of his hand and sets it aside. she hands him a second one, then, in a smaller bottle. ] Drink up. You'll need it to make certain the wolfsbane is effective.

[ his voice is heartbreaking. is this what it had been like the first time someone had handed him hope and a guarantee? she reaches out--can't help herself--and gently brushes a few strands of hair back from his brow, trying to smile through the ache. (blue is beginning to tint her hair, leak into her eyes.) her poor father. ] That's right. Mostly you'll be sleepy. .. I've a room I've set up for the werewolves here-- some rugs and cushions and the like, water, that sort of thing. It's secure, no one will bother you, and you can sleep until morning. You can take a look at it if you want to, see if you'd like to use it.

[He takes the next bottle with as little complaint as he had the first. These potions are new to him, but he's accustomed enough to having a veritable regimen of disgusting concoctions from Madam Pomfrey both before and after the transformation to help with the general nastiness that comes with skin- and bone-stretching bodily changes.

If he finds the touch strange, he doesn't show it; her gentle fingers against his clammy skin feel oddly soothing, and he lets his eyes fall closed as the new potion makes his senses go a bit fuzzy. At the mention of a room, however, Remus tenses.]

...in the castle? [He fidgets with the sleeve of his robes nervously, finally lifting his hand to chew at one of his fingernails, all of which have already been bitten down to ragged nubs.] Isn't that a bit— [He opens his eyes, casting around helplessly for the right words.] Only, you said that the potion needed a few days to work properly, and I wouldn't want to take any unnecessary risks...

[ she watches the nervous gesture sadly, smoothing her skirt down her thighs to keep from reaching out and gathering those hands in her own. ] It'll be safe, I promise. I've been working with werewolves for years now. .. Certainly less dangerous than either the Shrieking Shack or running around with your friends.

[ her lips quirk up faintly, and she hands him the last container, banishing the other two back to the cabinet with a quick wave of her hand. ] But as I said, it's entirely up to you whether you use it or not. I don't intend to force you to do anything you feel uncomfortable with, Remus.

[ she hesitates, then eases up off the edge of the desk again, moving around it to pull a drawer open. she takes out several pill bottles, lining them up on the edge of the desk. ]

.. Actually, I'm a hybrid, myself, [ she admits gently, brushing a pink nail against one of the bottles. ] One of my parents was a werewolf-- it's partially the reason I was able to pinpoint what you are so quickly. I take several medications, myself. I don't turn, but.. I get some of the side-effects.

[Remus nearly drops the bottle he's holding when the Mediwitch mentions 'running around with your friends' so casually. He's used to teachers fishing for information using similar tactics, but so far nobody's ever made such a shockingly accurate deduction about he and the other Marauders. Somehow, he manages to keep his expression calm as he accepts the last potion.]

I'd never let my friends anywhere near me when I transform. [It's a bald-faced lie, of course, but there's no possible way she could know about the others, since there isn't a soul alive beyond the four of them who knows what they'd accomplished during fifth year. Remus silences the tiny inkling in the back of his mind whispering at him that he might try following that trail of logic a bit farther along.

Even as he swallows down the last potion, Remus can't help the way his eyes widen at the shocking way she proclaims her hybrid status. So matter-of-fact, as though they weren't beings who the Ministry registered and cataloged like so many irritating pests. After a small fit of coughing, Remus stares incredulously at 'just Teddy'.]

You— You're part..? You mean we can— Well, I suppose of course we can... Only, it always seemed like a bit of a bad idea to— [He wipes a few stray drops of potion from his lips with the back of one hand, about a thousand thoughts and questions hitting him all at once. His brain is running mile a minute, but he forces himself to take a calming breath.]

Sorry, I've just never met a— a hybrid. I've never even met another werewolf, that I know of. Well, except for— [The one who bit him.]

[ despite herself, she can't help the smile. honestly, she shouldn't tease him; it's not fair that she knows more about him than most ever will. ] I know all about Sirius and James and Peter, [ she says after a moment, folding her arms loosely across her abdomen as she leans into the desk again. ] It's alright, I don't intend to tell anyone. .. My way is still safer, though.

[ she takes the last bottle from him and sends it back to the cabinet, too, then plucks up one of her pill bottles, shaking it absently. .. hm. she's going to have to see about getting what she needs for refills if she's here long.

she glances back up a moment later, the pink in her eyes flickering again, fading into gentle lavender, then warming into gold. ] --We're pretty rare. As far as I know, I'm still the only one in the UK. It's a lot more acceptable in the time that I'm from, though, so I'm certain that it's only a matter of time.

[Her words alarm him, and it shows: he does drop the bottle this time, but manages to catch it before it smashes on the floor. As he hands it back to her, his hands shake slightly.

He isn't an idiot; there are too many factors now for him not to put two and two together. Their shared last name, her extensive knowledge of werewolves, the fact that she claims to know all about what he and his friends get up to on the full moon... Now that his headache has cleared, all the pieces fit together neatly to spell out one glaringly obvious conclusion. It can hardly be mere coincidence.

Taking another deep breath, Remus looks up at her, only now noticing the streak of blue in her hair. He doesn't say anything, steeling himself instead. Though he's still not convinced of the the wisdom in what he's about to ask, at this point he can hardly see any way around it.]

So, er. Are we... related somehow?

[ he looks so concerned, so uncomfortable, and that's.. the last thing she ever wants her father to feel around her. she wants to grab him, shake him, hug him so hard his bones creak. instead, she allows the smile to return to her mouth, gentle and reassuring. ]

We are, yes. I wouldn't worry about it too much, though, Remus. [ it kills her to say that. there's so much she still doesn't know about her parents, and this is a chance she'll never get again once she goes home. but she can't.. frighten him, can't hurt him. not for the world. ] Consider me a distant cousin if you like.

[ she unfolds her arms, passing a hand over her hair to set the bob to rights again. the pink surges back through it once more, chasing away the blue in her roots. her eyes fade back to bubblegum pink, and she brightens, straightening and patting her blouse down. ] --Would you like to see the room?

[Her answer makes him relax significantly, though now that the worst of his symptoms have cleared up – headache and nausea gone completely thanks to the new potions – he doesn't miss the careful choice of words she had given him. 'Consider me a distant cousin if you like' leaves room for about a hundred more questions, but he can't help feeling relieved that they don't have to go any further than that just now. And not that he doesn't want to know, but these past few weeks have been a bit much, to put it mildly. Perhaps he'll ask her more someday, but not just yet. Not tonight, at any rate; they've much more pressing matters for the time being.

Nodding, Remus stands up, feeling much more steady on his feet. The renewed strength makes him smile; perhaps these new potions will make life a little easier after all. He's not at all certain how he feels about the thought of staying in the castle over the full moon, but it couldn't hurt to take a look. He's been dreading this night all month, since so far all of his friends seem to have turned up at the castle quite a bit older than him. They've all got other, older Remuses to keep company with, so this full moon promised to be a lonely one.

Eyeing the little bottles that she had lined up on the desk, Remus finds there are a few questions that he isn't feeling too overwhelmed to ask.]

You said you don't turn, but that you have some side-effects from the— the condition? Is that what the medications are for?

[ a quick wave of a hitherto unseen wand has the bottles packing themselves back into her desk, and she leads the way out of her office, closing and locking the door behind them. ]

That's right. [ she glances back at him warmly, leading the way to the back of the infirmary. ] Merlin, I used to get so sick during the week of the full moon. And, you know, even now, my sense of smell is still a lot stronger than a normal human's. [ she reaches what looks like a closet door, tapping the frame with her wand, then pulling it open to step inside. --the room is large and spacious, with windows set up high in the walls. there's a fireplace burning merrily, and the floor is covered in rugs and cushions. in one corner, a small drinking fountain is set into the floor.

she leans against the wall, hands clasped loosely as she glances out over the room, then turns her attention back to remus. ]

I was actually the focus of a study when I was a child. Successful hybrid, you know, and then being a metamorphmagus on top of that. The medications that were developed for me might be able to help future hybrids.

[Remus follows along behind Teddy, still marveling a bit at how open she is about discussing her werewolf symptoms. He's never had the opportunity to talk about what he experiences with someone who really understands what it's like, even in part. His friends sympathize, of course, having watched what he goes through every full moon for years now, but they can never actually know what it's like for him, whereas Teddy has obviously dealt with many of the same problems he has.

It feels... freeing, in a way, to be able to talk to someone who really knows what he goes through.

When Teddy opens the door to the room, Remus steps carefully inside, taking his time to look around. It certainly looks cozy – much more so than the Shrieking Shack, that's for certain. Could be nice to wait out the worst of it in a comfortable room such as this, though he isn't entirely convinced yet that he won't rip the place to shreds. The windows and the central location make him uncomfortable as well, and he turns to Teddy after a few moments with a concerned expression on his face.]

Are you sure it's secure enough to hold me? I mean, if the potion doesn't work and I don't manage to stay conscious through the whole thing... [His eyes slide warily around the room once again, landing finally on the elevated windows as he gnaws absently at one of his nails again.]

Oh yes, [ teddy reassures him with a bobbing nod, and pushes off the wall to take a few steps into the room, turning to peer at it as if from remus's eyes. ] I realize that it seems rather unbelievable, but it's very securely warded.

[ she glances back up once more, pushing her hands into the pockets of her coat with a small, thoughtful hum. ]

I based it on the room we have in the clinic I work in at home. A number of my patients prefer to change there, where they can be monitored, and where they know they're safe.

[ a pause, then she clicks her tongue, stepping forward to gently gather up the hand he's biting, pressing his fingers reassuringly. ] You're going to make it bleed, Remus. [ perhaps it's a little silly to be concerned about something so small, considering the change he's going to go through tonight, but she can't help it. he's her father. ] .. Please don't worry. I promise you, if I had any doubts at all, I wouldn't risk you or the school that way.

And the noise? [Rumor has it that when the moon is full and the wind blows just so, the howls from the Shrieking Shack can be heard all the way from Hogwarts grounds. Of course, the people who tell the tales have no idea that it's his howls they're hearing, but the fact remains that his transformations can be a noisy business, especially when he hasn't got the others around to distract him.

Remus starts a bit when Teddy takes his hand, tugging him back into the present, though he doesn't jerk away as he might have only a few years ago. Instead, his eyes drop to the chewed nubs of his nails as though he's only just noticing them – most are bitten nearly down to the bed, and several look as though they've bled fairly recently.

Looking somewhat embarrassed, Remus retrieves his hand, curling his fingers against his chest protectively.]

I always worry that I might scratch someone accidentally. [His voice is quiet. Thoughtful.] Always seemed better to just not have any nails at all. Bit of a habit now, I guess.

[Dropping the hand to his side, Remus peers around the room one final time before looking back at Teddy.] I suppose... if you're certain. I could give it a try. [This room promises to be far less depressing than the Shrieking Shack for a full moon spent alone, if nothing else.]

Silencing charms. Not that I expect any of you to make a great deal of noise tonight.

[ truthfully, she finds it barbaric that remus had been forced to change in the shack so long, when there are perfectly viable options to ensure both his relative comfort and safety, as well as the safety of those around him. but then, she supposes dumbledore was doing the best he could at the time, particularly given attitudes toward werewolves at the time.

the comment makes her glance down at his hands again, then back up to smile faintly, the expression surprisingly weary. ] .. I understand. A bit, anyway. [ much of teddy's childhood had been an uphill battle against outdated legislation, deep-set hatred and fear. she doesn't often deal with nonsense anymore from people, but there'd been so many questions and concern about her very existence for a while. even knowing she didn't carry the curse, people had still been.. cautious, and it had made teddy cautious in turn.

she clears her throat, brightening her expression again and clapping her hands together. ] I'm glad to hear it! I'll make sure it's ready for you. Just come find me before moonrise, alright? [ she pauses, giving a thoughtful glance down at herself, mouth pursing faintly. ] I think I'll probably be a man again this evening, but.. I'll still be wearing the coat, so you shouldn't have trouble identifying me.

Edited (c-clarification...) 2017-02-21 21:20 (UTC)

[Remus himself has often wondered why, in such a huge castle full of wonders and magic that he can only begin to imagine, there hadn't been anyplace safe to hide him away during the full moon. He and his friends had discovered any number of horrifying creatures lurking about the restricted areas of Hogwarts (which of course to them read 'Explore me' like a blazing, neon sign of the muggle variety), but he'd never felt it was his place to question. Dumbledore was doing him an immense favor simply allowing him to attend the school at all; who was he to challenge what they did with him during the full moon?

Any of you, she'd said, so there must be more rooms like this one waiting for the other Remuses to occupy them. Either that, or he'll find himself trapped for the night with any number of other werewolves, which he rather hopes won't be the case. Lonely or not, just staying in the castle is a lot to take in; he's not sure he's quite ready to join a gentled werewolf pow-wow just yet.

He moves toward the door intent on gathering a few things for the night and returning fairly quickly, still anxious about the potions not working properly since he'd taken them later than he ought. What she says makes him stop in his tracks, however, and turn a confused look back over his shoulder.]

Sorry, what? [Had she said...]

[ she glances back up as he stops, blinking mildly. ] --Before moonrise. I'll be physically male, still wearing my coat. [ a tap to her nametag, just in case that was the part he was worried about.

she ushers him out of the room, then, shutting the door behind them and tapping her wand against the frame again to return it to broom closet status. tucking her wand away once more, she turns back to him looking a little amused. ]

I did mention that I'm a metamorphmagus. I'm also genderfluid. .. Sorry, I probably should have mentioned that before now.

You're... what? [Hey, it's the 1970s. Remus has never encountered the term 'genderfluid' in his life. He stares at her, eyes wide even as he's ushered out of the room.]

You mean you're not— [His eyes drop to her chest before he can stop himself, and then he's looking away hastily, cheeks reddening. The word 'hermaphrodite' comes to mind, but he has enough sense to know that probably isn't a term one uses in polite conversation. Also, it doesn't seem to apply exactly to what she's saying.

After mulling it over, he looks at her helplessly, being neither an expert on metamorphmagi nor gender... whatever she had called it. Regardless, he has no idea what the term means, and he feels immensely awkward for it. Finally, hesitantly, he asks:]

You're not either one?

Edited 2017-02-22 04:23 (UTC)

[ well, that was an awkward glance, and for the first time, she's just a teensy bit flustered. .. right, well, it makes sense. of course he'd have questions. it's not like terms like that existed in the 70s, right?

she hooks her arm lightly with his, guiding him casually through the infirmary once more. ]

Sometimes. Sometimes I'm both. [ she makes a musing noise as she tries to decide how to explain it. ] You.. consider yourself a man, yes? You feel right in a man's body, a man's skin? Well.. sometimes I don't. I was born physically male, but sometimes being male isn't.. right for me. And I'm very lucky in that, as a metamorphmagus, I can very easily make my body match the way my mind and my heart feels that it should be.

[ she releases him when they reach her office again, hands lacing together loosely. ] Mostly, though, I'm comfortable in either sex, or both sexes, or neither. Does that make sense?

[Remus listens to Teddy attentively, the small crease between his brows speaking to his intense concentration as he takes in all that she has to say. Does he consider himself a man? Well, that's a whole conversation all on its own; but, does he feel right in his body? That's not a question that he's ever thought to consider before. He hasn't felt wrong, at any rate, with the obvious exception of those times when the creature inside him sees fit to quite literally rip its way out of his skin.]

I suppose I've never really thought about it. [It's the truth, though now that Teddy has presented him with the new concept, Remus seems to accept it easily enough.] That must be nice, being able to choose. Being whatever you feel like, when you feel like it. I didn't know metamophmagi could change themselves to that extent.

[He follows her along until they reach the office, shoving his hands into the pockets of his robes once they reach the door and giving her another once-over – his look one of thoughtful consideration this time.]

So how do you know you'll be a man later if you're a woman now?

[ teddy offers a small, helpless shrug in response to the comment. ] I'm not certain if it's common or not. I've personally never met another, though I'm certain there are more of us in the world somewhere. I hear that my mother changed fairly frequently, though she seemed to prefer a female shape.

[ the question makes her smile return, and she reaches up to tuck her hair back behind an ear. it's.. nice that remus seems to be accepting of the idea. but then, given what he's struggled with as a werewolf, it makes sense that he'd be more willing to entertain ideas that don't mesh with his understanding of the world. ] I rarely have days where I feel extremely male or female. Most of the time I'm somewhere ambiguously in the middle, so I just choose whatever form I feel like.

[ a beat, then she holds up a finger as if to ask for a moment. ] .. Keep in mind that this isn't true for everyone who considers themselves fluid or transgender. It's a different experience for everyone, and everyone's mind is different.

[ put this on the list of things that teddy lupin absolutely did not expect to be doing today. ]

Everyone? [There's that word again, and another term he doesn't recognize. He certainly never expected his day to end with meeting someone like Teddy; but then, he supposes that Hogwarts is always full of unexpected encounters just waiting to happen. He doesn't really find what Teddy has told him strange, just... something he hasn't encountered before. And Merlin knows there are innumerable things in this world – hell, in this castle alone – that he's never encountered before.

It makes him curious, though – makes him wonder who Teddy is in relation to him, and where along the line the metamorphmagus came along. He doesn't know of anyone related to him who's ever shown any sign of that sort magical ability, but he supposes he might ask his dad next time he writes.

With a shurg, Remus smiles.]

Makes sense. Seems like something that'd be fairly unique to the individual, at any rate. [He can't say he really gets it, but he's got no reason to question Teddy's identity beyond trying to wrap his head around the idea in general.] You should be who you want to be.

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Hogwarts: A Jamjar Meme

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I apologize for his ignorance. Poor summer child.

bless him

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