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three_broomsticks2017-02-07 08:48 pm
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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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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?
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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.
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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.]
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[ 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.
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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.]
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[ 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.
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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...]
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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.
I apologize for his ignorance. Poor summer child.
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?
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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?
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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?
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[ 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. ]
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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.