Diagon Alley Ski

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Diagon Alley Ski

Diagon Alley Ski Lodge

Flopping down on your couch, you begin rereading the Harry Potter books for the gazillionth time. Just as Harry’s finally going to Hogwarts, you’re interrupted by your parents calling you to dinner. You set down the book with an annoyed sigh, deciding to keep reading after dinner.
Returning to the book, you notice a strange lump between the pages. You excitedly flip through to find what seems to be your Hogwarts letter! Opening it up, you read the following, written in familiar loopy handwriting: 

Dearest CBer,
This is not your Hogwarts letter.
It is, however, an invitation to the most marvelous experience you could ever dream of: a month’s stay in none other than the Leaky Cauldron, for 15 people only (not including companions). All supplies will be provided, and yes, the popcorn is free. Just fill out the attached forms before the slots are all taken. We await your owl!
~ Albus Dumbledore & Hogwarts Staff

Approximate age:
Brief appearance:
If you were to meet ___, what would you do? (answer for each of the following: Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, Albus Dumbledore, Lord Voldemort)
Who is your favorite Harry Potter character?
What spell would you like to learn first?
What sort of wand do you think you might have? (if you don’t know, list character traits that might have to do with wand selection: bravery, creativity, foolishness, etc.)
What is your favorite food item, magical or non-magical?
What is your Hogwarts house? (combinations are okay)
What do you wish your Hogwarts house was?
What is your opinion toward purebloods, half-bloods, and Muggle-borns?
What is your favorite location in the magical world? (Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, Hogwarts, etc.)

Companions (up to 2, or 3 if you ask VERY politely and give the staff chocolate (white chocolate doesn’t count, sorry)):
Type (AE, CAPTCHA, etc):
Approximate age:
Brief appearance:
Describe your personality in five words:

submitted by Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts
(April 7, 2019 - 1:22 pm)
Hello, CBers. I know I’m breaking the third wall here (or is it the fifth? I’m not sure), but I needed to talk to you without Dumbledore noticing. *glances over shoulder*
I know one of you murdered Catsclaw. This tells me that you aren’t the peaceful bunch you’re made out to be. So if any of you are interested in joining with me to exterminate Dumbledore and the so-called “good guys” *shudders*, please feel free to seek me out and join the cause. The Death Eaters are still recruiting!
Oh, and can you ask Dumbledore to please stop calling me Voldy? Thanks!
What is this CAPTCHA thing? I can’t figure it out. It keeps saying weird things… 
(Dumbledore here. Kitten, thanks for your guess, but neither of us are Rogue.) 
submitted by Voldemort, Gathering Death Eaters
(April 24, 2019 - 8:59 pm)

hey Voldemort sir... I think your CAPTCHA hates you.

And I will NEVER join your dumb team! I'm telling Dumble-

No you are NOT, Andrea.

*pouting* Okay...

Well, me and Andy are going to go check up on Sammy. Make sure she's not killing anyone.

I still suspect her.

I know, Andy, I know. *the two leave*





Hello there, sir. Question: Could AEs join your side when their masters aren't?

submitted by Ella Starburst
(April 25, 2019 - 7:36 am)

Zeke, yes, AEs are welcome to join me without your masters! I might actually prefer that - you're more creative than the CBers.

Ella, my CAPTCHA does not hate me. Why would you say such a thing? It's quite loyal, aren't you, Captchy?


submitted by Voldemort, Gathering Death Eaters
(April 25, 2019 - 7:01 pm)

Oh, darn. Hmm... I'm really bad at guessing people, sorry!

I drew the two of you, just because I was bored and such. Dumbledore ended up looking a bit too young, though. 

submitted by Kitten, Pondering
(April 26, 2019 - 5:53 pm)

Hey dude, how does it feel to be dead?




on a side note 

I was in STEM class, going on Cricket and typing this out, and I look at the CAPTCHA and WHAT DID YOU SAY TED?!







We will talk about this later. 



submitted by @CatsClaw, Ella Starburst
(April 25, 2019 - 12:10 pm)

OO I'm in stem too, have been all year! Which class do you have, I have Flight and Space.

)(Greetings, you must be the wizard I'm hearing so much about, my name is Asthene, nice to meet you *sticks out hand*)(


Yes he's the guy from Harry Potter *turns to voldy* Sorry for seeming rude earlier I'm just not used to seeing supposedly dead villans from my favorite book series appear.

submitted by Darkking, Slytherin
(April 25, 2019 - 4:48 pm)

Oh, STEM for me is just an explorer, like music or art. I'm in middle school. BUT TECHNICALLY, it's called STEM careers, and we do stop motion animation projects and use google slides.

submitted by Ella Starburst
(April 26, 2019 - 10:47 am)
Day One, Part Two:
“What’s the plan?” Leo asked, her hazel eyes shining. Dumbledore pulled out his wand and waved it extravagantly, creating a flourish of purple sparks.
“Today, you will go to Ollivanders to purchase your wands,” he declared, replacing his own in his pocket. Cries of “awesome!” “wow!” and “cool!” resounded in the darkened pub. “Now, come along,” Dumbledore continued. He walked briskly out the back door, his cloak fluttering and a cluster of CBers trailing behind him. As Leo helped Claaws herd the runaway Chatterboxers into the clump, she noticed Voldemort behind her, looking thoughtfully malicious. She automatically took a step away, but Voldemort followed, eyes narrowed.
“Are you coming, too?” she asked him warily.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Voldemort returned. “Dumbledore” - he spat out Dumbledore’s name like it tasted disgusting - “and I are jointly chaperoning you worms.” Leo gave a careful nod and hurried to catch up with the rest of the group.
In the dirty, rubbish-strewn backyard, Dumbledore was tapping a brick on the wall. The wall folded back to reveal a wide street lined with magical shops. Diagon Alley! Mouths agape, the CBers stared around at the magical storefronts and the witches and wizards passing by on the sidewalks. But Dumbledore coughed lightly, and that got their attention.
“Please follow me as we walk to Ollivander’s. Diagon Alley is a big place, and we wouldn’t want any of you getting lost and straying into Knockturn Alley by accident.”
“Speak for yourself,” Voldemort muttered, but nobody heard him.
It was a short walk to the wand shop, but it was slowed down a bit by CBers stopping to gasp at whatever they saw on the side of the road. Eventually, however, they made it to the dusty old brick building and stepped inside. Boxes of wands were piled in unsteady towers around the cluttered shop. From between the boxes stepped Ollivander and three of what looked like his assistants.
“Ah, here you are,” he said softly. Turning his attention to his assistants, he directed, “Please begin measuring them and fitting them for wands.” His employees rushed forward with tape measures and wand boxes. The AEs and CAPTCHAs stood off to the side, watching with amusement as their Chatterboxers got prodded with measuring instruments.
After impatiently waiting in line for what seemed like forever, Leo faced an employee as she was magically measured with measuring tape. The employee handed her box after box, and she waved wand after wand, but none of them seemed like a good fit.
“Try this one, miss,” the assistant said. She held out an open box. “Alder and dragon heartstring, eleven inches.” Leo took the wand and waved it about. To her surprise, the wand emitted a firework of gold sparks as she brought it down. “Fabulous!” shouted the assistant. The rest of the CBers applauded as Leo took a bow. She tucked her wand into her pocket for safekeeping.
Finally, all the CBers had gotten their wands, so they said goodbye to Ollivander and left. As they made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron, where they would be staying the night, they boasted to each other about the spells they wanted to learn.
“I’m going to learn Episkey first,” Kat declared. “It’s the best spell in the book!”
“Well, what about Expecto Patronum?” NatureWriter countered. “I know it’s difficult, but I’m pretty sure I could handle it…”
“I think I want to learn Wingardium Leviosa,” Summer confided.
“Same here!” Leo replied, and the two exchanged grins.
“I want to learn Avada Kedavra,” said a person who shall not be named and may possibly have had something to do with the death of Catsclaw, which earned them strange looks from the people around them. “I’m just kidding!” they said, grinning, and the others grinned back uneasily.
After dinner, Spiffycat and her AEs climbed the stairs to the room Dumbledore had given them.
“Here it is. Room 3,” Emerald Frost pointed out. Beverly took out the key and unlocked the door.
Spiffycat had expected something old and dingy, not the vast space that opened up before her. It was the size of a small house, with separate bedrooms for her and each of her AEs, plus a plush living room and a bathroom. Probably magical, like the Weasley’s tent, Spiffycat thought. She heard Beverly squeal, peeked into her room, and spotted the makeup case with five different shades of lipstick and a mirror. Across the hall, Emerald Frost was experimenting with the high-tech gadgets in the bedroom that opened the windows, played music, and turned on heat or air conditioning. Spiffycat entered her room and gasped. Everything was warm and rustic, with a dark wood loft bed, an ebony desk, and stacks of books on the shelves. She placed her new wand (dragon heartstring, mahogany, medium flexibility, 10 inches) in a box that looked like it was meant exactly for that purpose, and walked into the living room. On the bookshelves was what looked like a vintage set of Harry Potter books. Spiffycat poured herself a glass of lemonade from the pitcher on the coffee table, sat down with Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, and made plans to stay up half the night reading.
submitted by Dumbledore&Voldemort
(April 26, 2019 - 6:38 pm)

No one died, and I have a wand! perdy awesome! *plays around with it*

hey, where's Zeke?





Well, that's good, Voldemort. However, I think I will be staying on the good side for now. I'll see you if anything changes.

Oh, Andrea!


Oh, SORRY, Madam. I had no idea you were a lady. 

Aw, Shut it!

No thank you. I will, however, join our mistress back at our room. *leaves* 



hey, so, like, don't tell anyone I said this, but I kinda want to be a bad guy. 

submitted by Ella Starburst
(April 28, 2019 - 9:47 am)

Zeke, that disappoints me, but I suppose I ought to respect your opinion.

Andrea, you are absolutely welcome to join! I wouldn't call my side the "bad guys," exactly, just the people who do what's right for the world and show our dominance over Muggles. 

submitted by Voldemort, Gathering Death Eaters
(April 28, 2019 - 11:05 am)

Sounds like a bad guy to me. But hey, I'm chill! when do I get my ligh-

tHeRE aRE nO lIgHtTSaBeRs iN hArRy pOtTeR 

submitted by Ella Starburst
(April 30, 2019 - 12:43 pm)

I love this, and I can't wait to see what happens next! 

Shhh, but I kind of want to join Voldemo--*random person rushes out of the shadows and claps a hand over Leafpool's mouth* Mmmfff.  

Hazel says fibn. Hey, what, no! I'm not lying! I mean it-- 

submitted by Leafy, age No, not a cat
(April 28, 2019 - 12:12 pm)

This was unexpeected! I really like it! 

submitted by Gracia, age timeless, here & there
(April 30, 2019 - 6:17 am)

In the french version of Harry Potter wands are called Baguettes

They also had to change Voldy's middle name to Elvis in order to spell My name is Lord Voldemort 

Tom Elvis Jedusor ==> Je suis Voldemort 

Ooh, homestuck arrow *nom* 

submitted by Darkking, age Who knows?, A dimension.
(May 1, 2019 - 3:43 pm)
Day Two:

Soren opened her eyes, yawned, and looked around her room. It took her a moment to remember where she was - why was there a fireplace in the corner, she wondered, and was the mirror talking to her? - but when she did, the happiness and surprise at being in the magical world came rushing back. She leapt out of bed, picked up the short wand lying on her bedside table, and ran out to the dining hall.

After she gobbled down a breakfast of eggs and potatoes, the bartender handed her a parchment. Opening it up, she read Dumbledore’s instructions for the day - they were to start learning magic! Soren dropped the parchment in the wastebasket and headed into Diagon Alley, then to the designated meeting spot outside Flourish and Blotts.

Shortly after her arrival, Dumbledore clapped his hands for attention.

“My young students-” not that young, muttered Claaws- “today you will be learning some basic charms that will serve you well. We’ll start with Wingardium Leviosa. Repeat after me.”

Dumbledore recited the incantation, circled his wand, and made Noon’s hat float into the air.

<mhat!> she complained. Smiling, Dumbledore lowered it back onto her head.

As the CBers tried (and failed, and tried again, and failed again) to learn the spell, Jarnen snuck up behind Breeze and poked her. Hard. Spinning around, she immediately launched into a tirade.

“I was paying attention you didn’t need to do that it hurt you’re so mean-”
At this point, Kitten and Leafpool both jumped in to quell the fight. As their AEs returned to the sidelines, they looked at each other and shook their heads. “Having the companions stand around with nothing to do was never going to work out,” commented Leafpool. Just at this moment, though, Voldemort raised his hand to make an announcement.

“All companions, I suppose you ought to come with me. You’re going on a tour of Diagon Alley.” The companions leapt up with joy and followed him away, seeming to ignore the fact that Voldy sounded like he was more inclined to kill off the whole bunch of them.

Asthene followed Voldemort into the main walkway of Diagon Alley, the other shoppers getting out of the way hastily upon seeing his glare and nose (or rather, lack of nose). She stared around at the bright shops on all sides, letting the other companions get a bit ahead of her. She was ripped out of her staring, though, by a harsh voice ahead of her.

“None of you get lost, or I’ll never hear the end of it from Dumbledore.” The rage with which he spat out the last name made Asthene wonder why Voldy would have agreed to work with Dumbledore in the first place. She listened to the warning, though, and pushed her way forward to just behind Tom Riddle. (The invisible narrators need to stop calling me Tom, thought VOLDEMORT angrily.)

Beside him, Zeke leaned in to whisper, “Hello there, sir. Question: Could AEs join your side when their masters aren't?” Asthene gasped loudly, but luckily Voldemort didn’t hear her in the bustle of the crowd. Mor did, though, and looked at her quizzically.

“Tell you later,” she muttered.


Tired after a long day of touring, spell-casting, and general amazement, Spiffycat trudged up to her room. She could already picture the nice, cushy bed, with silk sheets and down pillows that seemed to have an enchantment for a good night’s sleep… Her dreams were crushed, however, by Emerald Frost, who pulled her into the rooms, babbling excitedly about something Spiffycat couldn’t really gather.


“Woah, woah, slow down. What is it you’re so excited about?”

And then she saw the skull. It was old and mysterious and carved all over in ancient runes, and with just one look she understood why her AE was so excited. A moment later, she realized Emerald Frost was still speaking.

“-I was thinking we could pick it up together and look at the bottom?”

“Sure!” replied Spiffycat, running to one side, and the two of them slowly picked it up. Or tried to. The second their hands touched the ancient bone, she felt herself lose control of her body to some kind of other spirit. Her mouth opened, though she wasn’t controlling it, and made a weird sound, almost like a grunt. Her vision faded slowly until all that was left was a shell of her, hiding in the depths of the possessed mind.

Just at this moment, Beverly entered the room. Spiffycat’s body turned to look at her, the empty eyes locking onto hers. Beverly promptly shrieked. And then, when nothing happened, she shrieked again, more loudly. This brought several sets of feet to her door: Ella Starburst and her AEs, first, since their room was next door; then Gracia, whose room was next door on the other side; then NatureWriter, who had been downstairs eating but was concerned about the shriek anyway; and lastly, pushing each other to get in first, Dumbledore and Voldemort.

“What happened?” Dumbledore asked sharply.

“I don’t know- their eyes- I think they’re possessed,” Beverly stammered.

Dumbledore raised his wand, performed a careful movement, and shouted, “Discusa Malum!” A faint black mist rose from the bodies of both unfortunate victims, causing much elation among the viewers. Promptly thereafter, however, both girls collapsed, causing much worry among the viewers, who swarmed forward to flip them over and check that they were alive.

They weren’t.

Beverly screamed upon hearing the news, clutched herself tightly, and fainted in a dramatic manner. No one paid attention. They were too busy staring at Voldemort, who was himself staring at Dumbledore.

“How. Dare. You!” he yelled, “You know I have more expertise with this, you should have let me cast the spell, clearly you did this with the intent of killing our so-called guests.”

Dumbledore’s wand was immediately pointed at Voldemort’s own. “How dare you make such an accusation! I would never purposely endanger my students. You, on the other hand, would have been more likely to help the evil spirit than dispel it!”

By this point, the rest of the CBers and companions had gathered around, forming a loose ring around the two powerful wizards. From the side of the ring, NK nudged Kat. “Bet you ten Galleons they’re going to attack each other.” Her CBer didn’t have a chance to reply before the first ray of purple light shot from Voldemort’s wand.

Dumbledore blocked it easily with a shimmering shield and returned with another ray of light, which Voldemort blocked tidily with a wall of flame. After consuming the attack, the wall moved slowly toward Dumbledore, who tried and failed to dispel it with a jet of water. Sighing, he conjured a multicolored wall, which moved to meet the flame. Upon contact, Voldemort’s fire exploded in all directions, burning Yxek, Andrea, and Sammy. Harry and Beatrice were almost hit, too, but managed to jump out of the way just in time. Dumbledore immediately moved to help those injured, casting Episkey easily to heal the minor burns. The crowd of CBers assumed that this was the end of the conflict and began to disperse. Alas, Voldemort did not seem to agree. (Alas? Voldemort thought to the invisible narrators, Are you actually going to take Dumbledore’s side in this? That’s really quite biased, you know.) He spun to face Dumbledore angrily, swirled his wand, and shot a ray of red light into his back, in what was TOTALLY a COMPLETELY fair and just fight.
The CBers instantly pointed their wands at Voldy, and Breeze, who didn’t have a wand, grabbed a nearby quill to use instead.

“You do realize I conquered most of magical Britain, whereas you have only had your wands for a day?”

“Yes,” said Darkking calmly.

“What can you possibly think you can do against me?”

There was a brief silence, broken only by a quick “ow!” as NK accidentally stepped on Mor’s foot.

“I’ll answer the question for you. Nothing. You can do nothing against me.”


Dead: Catsclaw, Spiffycat, Emerald Frost

Suspects: Kitten, Ella Starburst, Andrea, Zeke (post more ideas if you have them!)


And thanks very much, Admins, for your patience with this long post! 

submitted by Dumbledore&Voldemort
(May 2, 2019 - 6:57 pm)