A new RPG?

-Raises arm-

Could I play Neville? o//o

And if so do I need to fill out a profile thing still?

nope

I don't really have an interest in playing myself or a thrd year student, so would it be possible for me to take another Professor? Say Sinistra?

is her first name Aurelia?

No, Aurora Atleast according to JKR's notes.

-Raises arm-

Could I play Neville? o//o

And if so do I need to fill out a profile thing still?

nope

Thanks. : D

No, Aurora Atleast according to JKR's notes.

thank you

than we only need megan to respond...

[Tannim]

Do I need a profile thing for Remus?

Do I need a profile thing for Remus?

nope

I think we can start now... megan left to prague so she won't be back until next week

I think I may dig up one of my characters from a while ago but that character wouldn't be a third year, probably more like a 5th or 6th year...

I think I may dig up one of my characters from a while ago but that character wouldn't be a third year, probably more like a 5th or 6th year...

take your time. I will start!

btw, who's willing to make banners?


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Leana Ross

To Leana, the day had already started some hours ago. She was sitting in the Great Hall, chewing on a dry piece of toast, which she could hardly swallow. She wasn't hungry, but knew she had to eat. Only this piece of toast would do for her.

She felt incredible tired. She had gone to bed really late, trying to write in her diary, but it hadn't gone that well. And to make it even worse, she had woken up very early, at sunrise because a Dorm mate's cat had jumped on her bed. After that, she hadn't been able to sleep.

Now, it was around the time the rest of the Hogwarts student's woke up. Some early birds were also entering the Great Hall, making their way over to their House table to have breakfast.

**I can't really promise to make banners right now since I'm going to be gone so often. I'm going to make my first post now but I don't want to get my character too involved in anything right now so that when I'm gone it doesn't stop other people from continuing. I sent my character's profile to you Viccy.***

Ahote

Ahote woke up and rubbed his eyes. He had fallen asleep in the common room working on his homework. He sighed, closed his book and went up to his room. He took a quick shower and changed before he packed his bag for the day and headed down to the Great Hall. Once he got there he sat down at a random spot at the Ravenclaw table and took out the book he had been reading the night before. He distractedly ate his food but spent most of his time writing down notes from the book for his essay that was due the next day for Potions, a class he thankfully didn't have that day. He didn't really notice if anyone else was in the Great Hall as he was being a stereotypical Ravenclaw with his nose in a book.

In actuality, he was only focusing so much on his book so he wouldn't think about home. He missed his mother, grandmother and friends back in Arizona and the last letter his mother had sent said that his grandmother had become ill but they weren't sure with what yet. He wanted to be at home to help take care of her but instead he was thousands of miles away trying to make sure he passed all of his classes.

Neville had woken half an hour earlier than normal. He put it down to nervousness. They had Potions today and he was almost certain that he would be called out in some way in front of the class. He hated it. He had gotten dressed quickly and quietly so as not to wake any of his other dorm mates before escaping down to the Great Hall for some breakfast.

Once he was sat down at the Gryffindor table, nibbling at his toast and marmalade, he cast his eyes around the room searching for the other occupants. There were only a handful of Gryffindors, mostly first years who were no doubt trying to make sure that they weren't late for their classes. The Hufflepuffs had a few more who were chatting cheerfully to one another while eating their own breakfast. The Ravenclaws seemed to have the most students already awake. Most of the older years were busy reading, some of the younger adding to already completed homework.
Neville didn't dare turn to look towards the Slytherin table, unsure as to who he might find. Especially as he could hear two loud voices arguing as to who would get the last piece of bacon. Crabbe and Goyle, he thought. And if he was right then Malfoy couldn't be too far behind.


((I suck at description >_o))

Im making Leana a 5th year, so she can get along with Hote...

btw, Kari... are you sure you don't want another character? Im afraid neville will be a bit... lonely if he is a 3rd year, and only gryffindor.



Leana finished the piece of toast. She swallowed the dry piece and drained it down with some pumpkin juice. To her oppinion, she'd had enough for breakfast, so she got up and went to the Commonroom to get her bag.

She walked past Hote, who was reading a potions book while trying to eat his breakfast.
'Did you sleep in the Common room?' she asked him, with a soft voice with which she always spoke, because she was so insecure. 'I saw you there this morning'

Very early...

Ahote

Ahote was slightly startled to hear someone talking to him and put his finger on the page where he had been reading and looked up. "Uhhh yeah I did actually. My neck's still sore to prove it." He smiled slightly at Leana and then said, "You were up early then if you saw me in there."

Leana didn't reply, but smiled weakly at Hote, trying to hide her weariness.
'I guess' she muttered, before she turned and left the Great Hall. Leana didn't like to just sit down and talk to Hote. He was a very nice boy, and they always studied together, but Leana wasn't just like that. She never just sat down with someone to talk with the person. She liked to be alone. She did get along with the girls of her house, but they always found her a bit odd. Only because she was shy and a very silent girl!

But Leana didn't care much for that. She had her big brother, who was a seventh year. She only really talked with him. Not really close, but he was the closest to who she could call a friend.

Ahote

Ahote watched her leave and sighed. He was nice and people liked him but he didn't really talk much. He was much better at writing essays and doing coursework than he ever would be at talking to people. He always felt so out of place at Hogwarts being the only person from the US in the whole school and it made him quite shy. He was also horrible with girls in particular, even if he just wanted to be friends with them. He shook his head and went back to working on his essay and eating. When he finally ate enough he went to an unused classroom near where his first class would be and worked on his essay more, all the while trying to keep himself from worrying about his grandmother.