~Hogwarts in the Past~ Official Roleplay~

Hello everyone its Clary Broadway's sister (some of you know me others do not). So this is exactly what it sounds like. It is Harry Potter rp, but in the past with the lives of Sirious Black, Lupin, Lily, James, Severous.... well you get the point. OCs and canons would be aloud and well right now its just an idea. So it would take place in the past before Harry was born and it would be when Lily and James Potter were at Hogwarts. So I am sure you get the main idea. Welcome to the start of the new year at Hogwarts school!
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Dumebldore smiled kindly at all of the returning teachers. He was always looking forward to a new year with all of the extrodinary students. They all waited in anticapiation to see the new, and returning students and what skills they each would posses. Dumebldore looked at his silver beard fondly looking forward to seeing some familiar and some unfamilira faces. He nodded politly to Slughorn and inspected the other teachers through his spectacles. He imagined the students would be dismounting the epress by now, unless of course they were stil on there way which was always a possiblity.

((Would you rather have them be on the express or be on there way to the castle?))

(I'd rather have them be on the train. It could make for some interesting character-mingling.)

Slughorn absently returned Dumbledore's nod. His sausagelike fingers drummed against the table in anticipation of the fine foods of the start-of-term feast- and of the students. He had heard that a few of the Black children would be arriving this year. Successful family, the Blacks. And there were always a few unexpected, talented students that cropped up every year.

He had a feeling in his gut that this year would bring in a few brilliant young wizards and witches. And Horace Slughorn's gut, though it was admittedly too large, was very rarely wrong.

((The train it is, then.))

Anthony sat by the window of his booth with his arms and legs crossed. Lucius wasn't with him this year. As a prefect, he felt that he was better than Anthony. That would be his last mistake if Anthony could help it. His other friend, Miles was with him instead. He was toying with a chocolate frog card collection he stole from someone somewhere. Knowing Miles, he'd probably find some way to return it. Bloody bleeding heart.

((yeah that's what I was thinking :) Okay so everyone when you post make sure your character is on the train :) Feel free to order food from the trolley and have character conversations :) Also try to keep your posts longer then one line if there are a few ehere and there I really don't care much but just do your best to keep them a little longer :) ))

Simon grinned as he put his luggage over him. He was sitting with some random people that had seemed a little less weak then the others. He just hoped they were not dirty mudbloods. At that he had to scowl, then a fake smile plastered his face, "Hello there," he said to them, "Are you lot first years?"
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Xavior sat on the train close to a window she was exmining her reflection in it closely. She was rather tired but she was excited to go to such a school. She heard her Mum and Dad had went heer before which was always a good thing. The women who pushed the trolley around came to her door and she quickly bought some chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott's ever flavored beans.

Elaine smartly rapped on the glass door of Anthony's compartment before opening it and sitting down on one of the benches, not bothering to ask if she could. "Everywhere else is full," she informed them as she slammed the door shut.

Simon nodded at Regulus, "Ah, thats nice isn't it." He said sitting down in his seat, "Sp what house are you hoping for?" Simon asked Regulus calmly. "I am Simon, by the way, what was your name again?"

"Black. Regulus Black," Regulus responded with equal glibness. An easy, if unpleasant, smile quirked his lips as he waited for signs of respect to flicker across Simon's face. "I will, of course, be in Slytherin."

Train full up -- but she'd expected that. Pity she'd had other things to attend to, getting a compartment to herself really was a tradition she had started to like. Ah, well.

Kane glanced around the narrow hall before slipping into the nearest compartment. A slight amount of tension drained from the set of her shoulders when she spotted Anthony and his lackey. And they were in her year, what luck. It seemed like they were swamped with Firsties this term.

"Hey, Tony, Miles, Random" she said, with a nod to each of the students already seated, and she nudged her trunk under the seat, "Good summer?"

"Elaine Collins, actually," Elaine said to Kane, opening a package of Bertie Botts Every-Flavour Beans and carefully selecting a pear-flavored bean. She filed away the other students' names in her brain. "Who might you be?"

((I seem to recall Sirius, James and Lupin were all in the same carriage and Snape and Lily came in shortly after.))

Sirius lay half-sprawled across the bench, one arm up over the back, head lolling on one of the seat's arms. He was deliberately sitting in the farthest carriage he could find from his brother Regulus...and from all the Slytherins and potentials for that House there were. Everyone his family knew he was determined not to know at Hogwarts, or at least on the train. On the other hand, the two first-years he'd met so far -- James Potter and Remus Lupin -- seemed like a decent sort. "So, what Houses do you guys want to be in?" he asked them.

Kane glanced at the girl -- scrawny, blonde, probably one of the Firstie-locusts -- and her eyebrows lifted slightly. She ducked forward and fished a book from her case and leaned back in her seat. The book was new, the cover bright red, Blaze scrawled on the spine, and a couple clad artfully in a bedsheet (and precious little else) embraced on the cover. The Sorcerer's Apprentice it was titled; written by Juliett Noble. It was probably a pen name, Kane thought absently. Most of them were. It only made sense.

She glanced down at the first page and began to read, utterly shameless. "Kane Fitzpatrick, Fourth year. I take it you're new then?"

((Damn. I miss the edit button. That's what I get for proper formatting, I suppose.))

"Yes," Elaine replied. "What gave me away? My lack of house badge? My height? My brand-new, just-out-of-the-shop robes? The fact that I don't know you? Or do I just secrete an intolerable aura of newness?"

She debated snatching the book out of Kane's hands. She hated it when people paid only partial attention to her. But instead she just picked out another jelly-bean. She didn't need to be making enemies out of a possible guide.

Anthony put on a polite smile for the both of them. "My summer was fine, thank you," He said, but by then she already had her nose in a book. "I trust you got a lot of reading done over the summer? Well, apparently not enough." He smirked much like his great-uncle Tom. He promised not to tell that he had visited his home over the summer. He was planning some big for Hogwarts this year.

He softened his smirk to a smile for Elaine. "May I be the first to personally welcome you to Hogwarts, Elaine."

Miles tried to cover up the cards he had stolen while they talked. He dropped a few on the floor and scrambled to pick them up. He did his best not to come off as Tony's bumbling companion, but he didn't think it was working. So much for his dignity.

Xavior examined aboy picking up chocolate frog cards and helped him ick them up handing them back to him, "Here you go," she said handing them over. She herself had goten another card and was holding it in her hand, "Would you like mine. I already have him." she said holding out the card to him.
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Simon nodded, "Ah, your a Black? Well then welcome Regulas. I hope to see you in Slytherin then," he said with a smirk. Respect did not go across his face but he had not said anything rude yet so that was indeed something new.

"Why, thank you," Elaine said, not looking particularly touched but still seeming a bit less malicious than usual. But this new polite-ish air was not to last for long.

She nimbly flicked a few of Miles' cards off the floor with her long, bony fingers. "These yours? Or are they mine?" She thumbed through them.

Utterly deadpan, Kane glanced at Anthony over the top of her book, "Actually, this is new; bought it this morning. And not that I didn't enjoy your adorable little quip -- because trust me, A for effort -- but I enjoy reading porn, and I'd like it even better if I didn't have to listen to your smarmy voice while I turned pages, yeah? El, do yourself a favor and stay away from Tony. He's a creep."

She flashed him abright, syrupy smile, "And I mean that in the nicest possible way."

She set her book aside and slid out of her seat to help Miles pick up the cards, since apparently everyone here was a jackass. "Good summer, Yankie?" she asked.

"Believe me, you will," Regulus said to Simon, his smirk growing wider. "There hasn't yet been a Black in any other house. But my failure of a brother may break that honorable tradition," he said in a darker voice. The smile dissipated, replaced by a faint sneer, as he flicked his hand in the general direction of Sirius' compartment.

"No and... no," Miles said to the both of them. "It's my kleptomania, but I meant to return them!" It probably wasn't very Slytherin of him to say that, but he would make up for it later by intentionally stealing something. He stood up once he gathered all the cards. "Yeah, I had fun. Did stuff with people at places, you know."

Anthony's smile dropped off his face and turned into a glare of disgust. "I can't believe you read that filth. If Elaine is to stay away from anyone it would be you and your bad influences." He glared at Miles for fraternizing with the mudblood... was she a mudblood? He couldn't be sure.

Kane raised her eyebrows, smiled, and leaned forward, her elbows on ehr knees, "Hey, Tony, you see me forcing the Firstie to read my 'filth'? Exactly, so I'm not influencing -- and as a side note, it's no different from the copies of Playwitch circulating around the dorms, so take your double-standards and shove it, thanks." She glanced at Miles, and her tone didn't change, still casual, amused, and soft, "And Yankie, how delightfully vague, care to go into any details for your alibi, or will I have to use my gutter-bound imagination to fill in the blanks?"