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I hope it's not too late!
Name: Kat Jakobs
Gender/pronouns: she/her
Approximate age: 14/15
Brief appearance: short teal hair, buzzed in the sides but wavy and long on top, 5'8" , average build, blue grey eyes, fair skin, black tees and ripped jeans, colorful converse
If you were to meet ___, what would you do? (answer for each of the following: Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, Albus Dumbledore, Lord Voldemort)HP: I dunno, shake his hand? I've never been a fan of Harry
LL: big hug and ask her to marry me (jk but not really)
AD: wizard's chess
LV: lightsaber his head off! (After getting his autograph)
Who is your favorite Harry Potter character? Nymphadora Tonks
What spell would you like to learn first? episkey or another healing spell
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.) 14 and 1/2 inches, slightly springy, ebony wood with Phoenix feather core
What is your favorite food item, magical or non-magical? teal MnMs
What is your Hogwarts house? (combinations are okay) slytherclaw
What do you wish your Hogwarts house was? Nope, Slytherclaw is goodwhat is your opinion toward purebloods, half-bloods, and Muggle-borns? They're all great
What is your favorite location in the magical world? (Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, Hogwarts, etc.) Flourish and Blotts in diagon alley
Companions (up to 2, or 3 if you ask VERY politely and give the staff chocolate (white chocolate doesn’t count, sorry)):
Name: ()!nk (oinj0k) , or NK
Type (AE, CAPTCHA, etc): AE
Gender/pronouns: they/them
Approximate age: 14/15
Brief appearance: tall and gangly, scruffy hair, same blue grey eyes, wears literally whatever (femme, masc, neutral, everything)
Describe your personality in five words: hyper, creative, intense, emotional, fun-
To clarify ()!nk is pronounced Oink, but they're fine with NK, and I'm going by Kat because I don't want to steal the books' Hermione's identity.
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All spots are closed! Joan B. of Arc will have to be left out, sadly, because she did not submit her forms in time. The first part will be posted as soon as it is finished. Claaws and Hermione, you have both been accepted – no need to worry!
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Day One, Part One:Catsclaw sat on his front step, anxiously fidgeting. He gazed off down the street. When would the transportation come? Suddenly, he heard a tremendous BANG! A triple-decker purple bus flew down the road and careened toward him. It screeched to a halt, and a gangly young man stepped out. “Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we-”“I know, I know, I’ve read the speech plenty of times,” Catsclaw grumbled. “Er, how long is the journey to Diagon Alley?”“Another one for Diagon Alley! Ten hours, at the current rate, just…”Ignoring Stan Shunpike, Catsclaw climbed the steps and stepped into the vast interior. Inside, his fellow CBers, as well as a motley crew of AEs and CAPTCHAs, waved and shouted greetings. Kitten smiled and pointed to an available seat next to her. Agreeably, Catsclaw made his way down the aisle and plopped down in the empty spot.“Hey there, fren!” Ella Starburst smiled cheerfully from the seat in front. Ella’s AEs, Zeke and Andrea, waved before going back to their conversation. Catsclaw smiled, picked up a book, and settled in for the ride.Just as he finished his book, the bus ground to a halt and Leafpool boarded. She sat down in the seat behind him, pulled out a pack of bubblegum and a novel, and began reading.“Attention please. Your attention, please!” Stan Shunpike screamed into a microphone at the front of the bus. The microphone squealed with feedback, and several Chatterboxers winced. “Dinner is being served!” the conductor shouted. Sure enough, employees with trays were roaming around the aisles, handing them out. Around him, several CBers jumped up to help pass dinner around, including Ella Starburst and her AEs, Kitten, Leafpool, and Gracia. Catsclaw eagerly received his tray and promptly devoured the food on it. He pulled out another book, feeling better now that he had eaten. Actually, he felt kind of queasy. The contents of his stomach tossed and turned, and suddenly, he vomited. Must have been the bad driving, he thought dizzily.A Knight Bus employee passed him a flagon of butterbeer.“Carsick?” He nodded. “Maybe that will help your stomach,” she suggested, walking away.Catsclaw sipped the butterbeer. It tasted delicious, and he began to feel a bit better. Deciding to take a short nap, he reclined his seat and went to sleep.Meanwhile, the poison from his dinner was spilling into his veins. After about an hour, it reached his heart, which promptly thudded to a stop.—The CBers, AEs, and CAPTCHAs piled out of the cramped bus, eager to stretch their legs but still somber after Catsclaw’s unfortunate demise. Blinking in the bright sun, it took them all a few moments to recognize the bearded man in front of them: Dumbledore.“Ah, are these my worthy young adventurers? Come along now, here we are!”“Er, Professor Dumbledore, sir?” said Darkking tentatively.“Yes?”“Catsclaw died. On the bus.”Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and turned as if to fetch the body, only to see that the Knight Bus had pulled away while the crowd had been ogling Dumbledore.“Oh, what a shame! Nothing to be done now, though. Come now, follow me.”The crowd slowly followed the old man into the Leaky Cauldron, still a bit upset about the “shame” of an unexpected death. Upon entering the dark, smoky room, a figure loomed in front of them. The immediate barrage of sound was a few screams (from Gracia and Soren) and some insults featuring his nose and the word “Voldy” (Leafpool, Darkking, Spiffycat, and Harry). Immediately following this barrage was a crowd running away (NatureWriter, Ella Starburst, Kitten, and Summer). Claaws pelted him with questions, Leo stood speechless, and Kat drew her lightsaber. The AEs reacted little, being for the most part more used to surprises, and the CAPTCHAs were very confused about the kerfuffle, having for the most part no experience with Harry Potter and therefore not knowing who Voldemort was.Voldemort’s wand was in his hand immediately, ready to curse the CBers for their insolence, but he was stopped from raising it by Dumbledore’s hand on his shoulder.“Tom, part of the deal was that you don’t threaten the guests.”“And part of it was that you don’t call me Tom!”“Voldemort, then. Please lower your wand. You’re scaring them.”“That’s the point,” Voldy growled, but he slipped the wand back in his pocket anyway.“Now, Claaws, Leo, can you two go fetch the CBers that fled? Though you might not think it, we did have a plan for today.”—As you may have guessed by the surprise appearance of Voldemort, there are actually two organizers of this ski lodge: Dumbledore and Voldemort. You are welcome to guess either or both of us!Dead: CatsclawSuspects: None
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Ooh, the first part? I like it! Especially the bit about Dumbledore calling Voldy Tom: that's very funny!
So I have to wonder… am I the murderer? I did have access to the food… so it might be me… that's a disturbing thought.
We can guess you? Well, I don't know about the second of you, but might one of you be Rogue Wildling?
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holy cannoli spicatoli, you're Voldy but you still guessed?
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Aw, sorry about that, Catsclaw, that kinda-
Trust nobody. Not even yourself.
What?
*Picks up gun* LEFT AND RIGHT SIDES OF MY BRAIN, DID YOU KILL CATSCLAW!
WE DON'T KNOW!
*For all we, know, YOU could have done it. YOU served food too.
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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…<booo><vldy><mldy><ilik><dmbl><more>(Dumbledore here. Kitten, thanks for your guess, but neither of us are Rogue.)
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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?
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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?
<nooo>
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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.
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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?!
wife
I THINK TED GOT MArrIED
FRANK ARE YOU MARRIED TO TEDkdbg
YOU HAVE A BIG CHILD?! WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I AM IN PRALGEBRA?!
nhgu
I WASN'T GOING TO GIVE YOU A HUG
We will talk about this later.
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GO TO YOUR ROOMS!
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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*)(
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
ZEKE!
Oh, Andrea!DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO MAKE TWO LADIES WAIT?!
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.
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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.
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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
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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–
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This was unexpeected! I really like it!
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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*