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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Sat, 22/01/2022 20:12 (3 Years ago)
"Hwa-ah, it's time to wake up."

Those were the words that greeted Hwa every morning and today was no exception. Putting up the obligatory whining and play slaps, the small girl cracked an eye open and gave her older brother a gummy smile. "Good Morning!" She mumbles before dragging herself from the pile of fabric that they used to line the floors and sleep on. She and her brother Seyoung were the only two members of their family with Seyoung only being three years older than her. Technically, they weren't even related, having gravitated together out of need and common interest. He had needed someone to care for and she needed someone to pull her back when her altruism got too much. It was a delicate balance but they made it work. Stumbling after his brother, she grabbed onto the back of his shirt and the pair shuffled to the other side of the room. There, laid out on the ratty cloth they used as a table, was food. Real, unspoiled food that had no signs of mold or decomposition on it. Hwa's eyes glimmered and she threw herself at her brother, squealing. It had been a long time since they have had actual food, the gruel created from their Tessera being entirely unfulfilling in terms of taste. "Where did you get this? Did you steal it?! You didn't need to do that, we have more than enough to eat!" She laughed, torn between being angry over her brother's foolish decision and elation at finally eating something that didn't taste like dirt.

Seyoung only grinned and put a finger to his lips, herding Hwa to the mat. "Only the best for my sibling's first reaping day!" He sang, pushing on her shoulders to make her sit down. "And I'm offended. Me? Steal food? Perish the thought! I'll have you know that I got this haul fair and square! I thought we were siblings, do you not love me enough to remember who I am, Hwa-ah?" With her brother's dramatics ringing in her ears and a pout firmly set on her face, Hwa shoveled food into her mouth and nearly cried with how good it tasted. The porridge was smooth and silky while the fruits that interspersed it was both sweet and tangy, giving the simple bowl a wild menagerie of flavour. Sure her brother was laughing at her now, but Hwa would wait until he had eaten to to goad over his own tears. Sure enough, the water works started the moment Seyoung had a single bite and Hwa had to put down her bowl, her howling laughter threatening to spill the porridge onto the floor

Once the traditional sibling ribbing over food had been done and the makeshift table had been cleared, it was time to dress. In stark contrast to earlier, this was a somber affair as there was only one occasion in which the two would wear such clothes. With gentle hands, Seyoung brushed Hwa's hair back as she slid a skirt up, remnants of an old dress that she had once worn when she was younger. Her shirt on the other hand was much to big for her small frame and had to be tucked into the waistband of the modified skirt. Her brother had assured her that she would grow into the outfit and Hwa had no reason to not believe him. As she waited for her brother to finish dressing, Hwa scurried around the house, oversized sleeves flapping in the breeze as she tided up the small hovel they called home. It wasn't anything grand, but it was theirs. And that was enough for the both of them

Hand in hand, she and Seyoung wandered down the busy streets of District 11. To those they knew, they greeted, keeping a cheerful smile despite the somber day. Some they stopped to talk with, making niceties until they were inevitably pulled towards the town square where the day before, a grandiose stage had been set up. It was one of the most elaborate things that Hwa had ever seen and she spent a few seconds gawking before Seyoung tugged her forward. It was only when the siblings lined up to be let into the reaping did the nerves finally make themselves known. See, Hwa had taken Tessera as soon as she could, distributing her extra tiles to families that weren't eligible for the deadly kindness the capital had given. Already there were more slips in that dreaded bowl with her name on it than any other 12 year old and that scared her. She knew the consequences of taking Tessera but now with them staring her down, she could feel a tiny bead of regret grow. Immediately guilt washed over her. Why should she be regretful when she had done the right thing? There was nothing to regret and this was just the accumulation of all her actions and she would face it with dignity. It was the least she could do

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Sat, 22/01/2022 11:22 (3 Years ago)
Username
Tsukoyomi

Character Name
S48A2N5
[Civilian Name: Choi San]

Age (19-65)
25

Gender
Agender
[He/Him]

Appearance
San is a relatively unassuming person of Asian decent, standing at a respectable 176 cm (5'9). Perhaps the only odd thing about him is a streak of white hair that falls over his left bangs, soft as the rest of his midnight black locks with all evidence pointing to the streak as being natural. Perhaps the other striking feature he has are the high cheekbones, a jawline sharp enough to slice through flesh, and predatory red eyes narrowed as a cat's eyes would, but all those fade to the background whenever San smiles, everything seeming trivial when faced with a sunshine dimpled grin. He has broad shoulders but a deceptively tiny waist, his body built from years of training and drugs. While blending in with society and humans as a whole, San is a fan of oversized sweaters and jumpers tucked into waist cinching jeans or leather pants. He always covers his skin, leaving the evidence of human dissections and experimentation hidden under layers of cloth. Stop his head sits a pair of fluffy black cat ears that replace his human ears, a matching slender tail attached to his spine denoting his very visible power

Power
Black Cat Nero
Despite its naming, Black Cat Nero is much more than feline morphing. Of course the power gives San the ability to turn into a black cat, save for one white streak of fur which mirrors his own hair. Aside from feline morphology, Black Cat Nero also gives San feline traits outside of his physical cat form, such as exceptional balance, increased night vision, heightened senses, and an uncanny ability to sense danger though this stays as a gut feeling and not as an actual manifested power. In addition to this, San has claws made of keratin, though they can be a handful to maintain as they rapidly grow in order to combat the fragile nature of his nails. Much like a cat, he is most active during the night and can be caught nesting or purring.

... yes his ears and tail are fully functional and can be hidden

Role
Trained as a Soldier, Assigned as a Spy

Allegiance
Blue

Personality
INFP - The Mediator | 6w7 - The Confidant
There's an almost frightening duality to S48A2N5. On one hand, he is the perfect Subject; silent, obedient, efficient, and best of all unquestioning. He carries out tasks quietly and quickly, always working to do the most in the least amount of time. There is barely any emotion on his face during these times aside from apathy or the rare crazed blood lust that overtakes him when he bathes in blood, cold indifference facing the horrors he commits. He rarely complains about his tasks nor does he shy away from any additional experiments scientists may drag him in for. Truly, the model test subject
On the other hand, San is kind. Kind enough to remember each SAN designation and their faces, their names, their hopes, dreams, and how he murdered them. He holds kindness in his actions, taking care of any new experiments unfortunate to find a place within the drab white walls of the facility. He takes on other's punishments and rarely holds grudges. San can be as playful as a cat, always fooling around and giving the dreary compound the light it needs. Whenever he throws his head back, his soundless laughter bounce off the concrete walls and lifts people's spirits. He is a breath of fresh air and sunshine dancing across the floors. He is joy and he is hope.
But perhaps the most damning of all is S48A2N5's trained ability to emote while never feeling emotions himself. He is a perfect spy, able to play whatever role you give him. So who is the real personality, S48A2N5 or San, or perhaps someone else; remains a mystery

Background
S48A2N5. Subject 48, Assignment 2, Number 5.
Historically there have been other SAN subjects before the one that would ultimately take up the name of the project as his Civilian name. San didn't know them. Or that's what he would say. After all, the SAN assignment had concluded with his successful genetic change. There was no one to know anymore. What did it matter that SAN-2 had once snuck him a ragged blanket after a particularly gruesome session or if SAN-8 had looked up to him like a brother? They were gone and only he was left
Subject 48
Others had been dragged into this ungodly experiment just like him all in the name of science. Or so they said. He just figured that they wanted something to do while they twiddled their thumbs and decided to play God and mess around with human biology. They had separated him from the others, taking in his small stature and nimble athleticism before deciding to feed him to the animal morphology department. "He's already an animal, why not make the appearance match the character" they had figured, tossing the rat into his doom
Assignment 2
Cat morphology they reckoned was one of the easiest. After dogs that is. Dog morphology was Assignment 1 and Cats; Assignment 2. After all, there was an abundance of house cats and strays to take DNA from, why would such a simple animal be so difficult to splice onto human genomes? San could attest that it was quite hard, requiring hours of laying under blinding lights, head pounding and vision swimming from the blood loss, numb from the chin down as doctors played with his guts. Though he supposed that in some sense it was easy as they had produced a successful experiment. Him
Number 5
A number was the closest thing he had ever gotten to a name. Back when he had been on the streets, he had just been another forgettable face that stole from the masses. In the facility at least he had a designation. He was something to the people at the lab and something was always better than nothing. Later, after he had put to rest the final abomination and the still warm blood cooled on his hands, they named him San. To be a indomitable mountain to your enemies and a reliable hill to your allies was the dreamy explaination. The SAN project had been their mountain, their crutch to keep the experiments going, and now the responsibility fell on him to shoulder the same burden

Password
He's just a little meow meow

Other
Due to the nature of the experiments, his vocal chords have been torn beyond repair and he can barely make any noise. He communicates either through ASL, Morse Code, or a text to speech app on his phone. He also experiences chronic pain and acute arthritis in his joints, especially his back, knees, and hands
your local cat boy is here to cause chaos and take naps. And his insomniac body doesn't let him take naps :3c
His call sign is Nero

PalPad Group?
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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Sat, 22/01/2022 04:06 (3 Years ago)
The moment Harry entered, Jules stiffed and immediately the easy posture he had, undeniable despite the wary shifting eyes, snapped into attention and he gave the boy who lived a tight lipped smile. "No, sir. I had been mostly cataloguing those with a Snake Patronus, though that has been slow going." Most of it had been because there were many many people with a snake patronus, but it another reason was because a lot of said people were also in Slytherin. Unsurprising considering the house, but an inconvenience to Jules none the less. Though, there wasn't any bitterness in his voice when he admitted it, as if it was simply another fact. "Perhaps it may be presumptuous of me, but would you like me to cast the Patronus Finding Charm for you?" At this point, they had perfected the charm to the point where instead of having to follow a paper frog, names would be written out onto a sheet with ink that would lead one to the student in question. It had been Luna's idea, a poor take on what the Marauders Map could have been in its early stages.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Fri, 21/01/2022 21:07 (3 Years ago)
Jules' eyes widened slightly, not expecting Emika to actually take the third option. A lot of people just picked the second option, more willing to let things go quietly. After all, it was easy to disappear when an even larger rumor took hold. Glancing around, Jules was at a bit of a loss as to what he should do next. He wanted to talk with Emika, yes, but he was woefully unprepared. Also, he wasn't quite welcome on Slytherin territory. Purebloods had a habit of holding grudges and as a bloodtraitor, Jules was the focus of said grudge more often than not. Swallowing, he gave a sheepish smile. "While that's nice of you to offer, I need to talk with the Headmistress first. Having a first year involved in this was totally out of our expectations. This is in no offense to you, but eleven and twelve year olds should not be fighting against an evil capable of wiping out an entire society. I think I would fight the world if someone your age was involved in this, but its always better to be safe." While it was a solid explanation and covered every base, Jules still felt a little bad about not quite answering all of Emika's questions. A part of him wanted to teach the young girl protective spells, ones that she would undoubtedly learn in her later years at Hogwarts but would be another precautionary measure in these odd times. But as quick as that thought cropped up, he banished it. He had meddled enough already, it was time to take a step back.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Fri, 21/01/2022 19:02 (3 Years ago)
He was about to object, to say that Emika really didn't have to since he wasn't here to gawk at her, but by then it was too late and the mythical three headed snake slithered across the cold dungeon floors. As someone who was taking a N.E.W.T. in Care of Magical Creatures, it was almost second nature for him to identify the monster. He watched in equal parts fascination and pain as the snake curled around Erika's leg, an uncomfortable pain pooling in his stomach. While undeniably an amazing feat, Jules knew that such talent rarely came about and it was more likely a result of needed survival. That something had driven Emika to learn such a high level charm so young, just as he had. It hurt, to see someone else go through the same pains that he had. In some ways it was like watching his past self if he had done the right thing and begged the hat to sort him into Slytherin, if he had never found himself through various charms and transfiguration lessons, if he hadn't been Jules and simply another Hadrian

Pushing those thoughts away, Jules nodded with a carefully blank look as the patronus dissipated. "Well, there are a few things that can happen." He finally spoke after a moment of contemplation. "First is that we let these rumors continue. I wouldn't advise this route as it is both inconvenient for you and your education, even if the rumors have truth to them. Second, we put the rumors to rest. This is the quietest way and everyone will go about their school year without bothering you too much." And here, Jules paused; visibly conflicted. Normally he would only offer those two options but considering what was going on, it only felt natural to add in another. "Third, we discuss this. As you undoubtedly already know, the Sorting Hat mentioned a snake. That puts you firmly on the radar of anyone looking to bring back whatever evil is out there. You are still a first year, undeniably talented as you are, and while it does not mean that you can't protect yourself, it does make you vulnerable. No one so young should be swept up in this anyways."

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Fri, 21/01/2022 03:15 (3 Years ago)
Perking up at the arrival of who appeared to be Emika, Jules pursed his lips as he took in her appearance. She was young, that much was for sure. Much too young for something like this and his heart broke again and again for such a talented young girl who would be thrown into a prophecy larger than any of them. He was angry as well, angry that the world would choose a child as their pawn. That the world had deemed it fit to hurt a girl before she could grow out of her childhood and come into her own at her leisurely pace.

Still he stomped out the anger and replaced it with a calm smile and a wave. "Hi there! Emika, I presume? I'm Hufflepuff's Head Boy, Jules. I'm sure you're tired of this but I wanted to talk to you really quickly about recent rumors concerning eyewitness accounts of you casting a corporeal patronus charm. Rest assured you're not in any trouble. I just want to clear things up, dissipate the rumors, and make your school life easier."

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Fri, 21/01/2022 01:09 (3 Years ago)
Surprisingly, the charm was completed quite quickly. Even if only two of the four had their specialties in Charms, doubling the team size undoubtedly made fine tuning the spell into a pinpoint accurate compass. The trio suspected him of being a part of the prophecy, this Jules knew, but he nimbly dodged any talk about his patronus or even showing his. But even with his uncharacteristic uncooperative streak, their list was compiled accurately and succinctly. Though they all worked well together, it was clear that Jules was somewhat of an outsider, only talking to the two women through Professor Flitwick. It was awkward at best and Jules was infinitely glad to be out of that situation. Throughout the whole time, two things were on his mind. The young students who definitely should not have been summoning a patronus at their age, much less a corporeal one. Through his snooping investigations, he found that the first year's name was Emika Tenshi-Smith, a Slytherin. Just the thought of having to venture into Slytherin territory sent chills down Jule's back but he squared his shoulders. He would just have to suck it up and endure the unpleasant comments that would no doubt be thrown his way.

Standing by the entrance to the Slytherin common rooms, Jules waited to catch a glimpse of the first year. Multiple dirty glares had already been leveled his way but he calmly ignored them. He doubted any would be brave enough or even had the time to directly confront him.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Thu, 20/01/2022 04:06 (3 Years ago)
A shriek was pulled from his lips as Jules was pulled out from behind Suvansh and he glared at the other without any real heat. "I told you it wasn't like that!" He whined, gently hitting the other with no force behind the blows at all as his face burned with embarrassment. "Professor Flitwick was the one who made the spell, not me." Spellmaking was way above his skill level and while he had indeed figured out the trick to successfully casting the charm, Jules was hesitant to say that he had made it. Sure he had a hand, multiple really, in making it, but the stout Professor had done most of the work.

Hearing Ron, however, Jules was reminded that they had an audience and suddenly felt like taking a wander into the Forbidden Forest and never returning again. Even that would be better to the burning shame that was running through him. With a stuttering cough, he let his work persona trickle to the forefront, a shaky shadow of his regular mask but one that would undoubtedly get work done.

"Ah, putting my lineage aside, let us update you on what we have done so far." He suggested, not looking anyone in the eye. "Suvansh here has been working on identifying students and their patronus as well as keeping up to date on the gossip and rumors. He's been keeping a list but once he realized it would take months to go through it by hand, Professor Flitwick came up with the idea of creating a charm to find someone's already existing patronus. The prototype for such a charm was complete today and is undergoing revisions at this moment. So far we have multiple candidates who we plan to at least keep an eye on, if not speak to in the near future."

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Thu, 20/01/2022 02:06 (3 Years ago)
Jules had been in the middle of attempting to crawl out the window just to get to Astronomy class when he had been quite literally summoned into the Great Hall. Stumbling slightly, he immediately straightened when he spotted McGonagall with a light embarrassed blush dusting his cheeks. His nerves only grew when she began to explain that she had gathered some of the most famous and influential wizards alive. He really hoped that he wasn't included in the Order of the Phoenix business, that would quite possibly be the end of his rope, education and public presence be damned, and go off the grid right then and there. He lingered behind Suvansh, not willing to put himself in the spotlight. It wasn't like he was being impolite, quite the opposite as he gave those gathered warm smiles but otherwise didn't offer up any interaction.

In part, it was due to fear. See the Hadiran family was well known for being fanatical followers of the original Dark Lord yet had never been imprisoned as no solid evidence had been found. As a member of said family, it was very uncomfortable experience to be faced down by what was essentially the wizarding CIA. Sure, it wasn't like he had anything to hide but still. It wasn't like the Hadrian name was trusted or even welcome.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Thu, 20/01/2022 00:39 (3 Years ago)
Name: Asahiko Akaho
Age: 15
Appearance: Tall and gangly, Asahiko almost looks like he stepped out of a tim burton movie. His dark brown hair is unkept and tied in a low bun while slightly sunken in eyes haunt those unfortunate enough to be caught in his gaze. He looks almost like a spider with how gaunt he is but he is always wearing clothes that are easy to move and work in
District: 5
Preferred Weapon of Choice: Garrote Wire
Personality: Quiet.

Oh you wanted more huh. There's not much to say about Asahiko other than the fact that there's not much to say. He is mysterious and lurks in the back of the hydroelectric dam, quietly working and minding his own business. He rarely interacts with others and likes to keep to himself, preferring the soothing rhythm and sounds that comes with immersing himself in work.
Strengths: Agile and has sharp eyesight. He's used to starvation and has dexterous hands. If you want someone to build a shelter, then it is best that you get Asahiko on your team. He's also a bit of an insomniac and can function perfectly fine after pulling successive all-nighters. He is also a quick learner and picks up skills quickly. It doesn't mean that he can do them well but a jack of all trades is a master of none
Weaknesses: He's really tall so while that gives him some advantages, its hard for him to hide. He's also very quiet so working with others is a challenge. Asahiko also isn't the best at forming plans or thinking ahead and thinking about the consequences to his actions, making him rash and un-coordinated.
Other: Has a morbid fascination with the colour red
He's going to be a very very minor character and will only play a larger part in the second half. (Aka hes here bc I want to kill off Hwa lol)

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Wed, 19/01/2022 22:36 (3 Years ago)
listen i just think that it would be really cool if a player character died and doubly so if it was hwa

also is it really a hg rp if no one dies?

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Wed, 19/01/2022 07:27 (3 Years ago)
Looking for star, looking for love
So that no sorrow can come here
I will protect you, forever you are my star

Name:
Hwa

Age:
12

Appearance:
Hwa is a small 4'7 child with tanned skin and soft brown eyes, bordering on gold if viewed in the right light. No one is really sure how it came about, but Hwa has once managed to procure hair dye and bleached inky black locks into a platinum blond. By now, the bleach has faded and roots have regrown, giving Hwa a sort of shaggy and unkept skunk hairstyle. As someone with very little money, most of Hwa's clothes are oversized and falling apart at the seams. It gives Hwa deadly sweater paws though. Beware the innocent cuteness

District:
11

Preferred Weapon of Choice:
Puppy eyes

Personality:
Hwa is someone who strives to live up to her name despite its multi meaning nature . On one hand, Hwa is a gentle flower who is a lover of nature; delicate and fragile. Anything Hwa touches flourishes and many have named Hwa as District 11's flower child. On the other hand, Hwa represents a hope for the new generation that young people may grow up with their innocence intact and carefree. Hwa is a star in that regard, a small but guiding light who pours in hours and hours of work to uplift and empower others. But flowers can wilt and stars can fade; Hwa is no exception. Despite the innocent airs surrounding Hwa, she knows the harsh reality that comes with living in District 11

Strengths:
Has an almost encyclopedic level of knowledge about plants and their various uses. Also very stealthy on account of being small and can fit in very tight spaces. Has surprisingly strong arms for a child but still manages to get others to lower their guard

Weaknesses:
Incredibly weak in battle and fragile. In fact, Hwa is more likely to die than be injured. Has no fighting experience and is too soft-hearted to hurt anyone, much less kill

Other:
I only have one request going into this: can someone kill Hwa please :pleading_face:


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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Wed, 19/01/2022 01:50 (3 Years ago)
"Wha- no! I'm not copying from you! That's basically cheating! And even if I'm not testing my N.E.W.T. on it, I still have to attend class. Astronomy is important I'll have you know" He sputtered, digging in his metaphorical heels and pouting like a petulant child. To anyone else it would be hilarious, seeing the head boy being strong armed into finally resting but to the person in question, it was anything but. Perhaps it was old habits that have yet to die but the very idea of stopping even if just for a moment seemed like the end of the world. "Besides I can keep going! I'll just nap during dinner or something but I really can't rest just yet. There's still so many things to be done. At least let me tell Professor Flitwick or I'll charm your textbooks to run away from you and invert your robe colours! I'll even agree to have Cassandra help us! Casandra! Help m-" His whining cut off when he realized that their third conversation partner had left them, much like she did her classes. A small sliver of hurt settled within his chest as he did want to ask Cassandra for her assistance but it was it was quickly forgotten as with this momentary lapse, Suvansh was finally able to herd Jules into their shared room. The click of the lock seemed so final, ringing out amongst the Hufflepuff common room and signifying to any stunned onlookers that there was nothing else to see

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Tue, 18/01/2022 17:39 (3 Years ago)
Jules visibly paled at the mention of resting, an impressive feat considering how pale he already was from locking himself in classrooms and the library researching. He did however, take the chikki gratefully, the nutty crunch of the treat dissipating some of the tension stored within tightly wound up muscles. "I still have to tell Professor Flitwick and finish my potions essay. I also have a class at the Astronomy Tower tonight so I have to get ready for that too. Not to mention there's another rumor going around. A girl from our house... Sterling Hedge I think her name was. She has an eagle patronus. That also warrants further inspection especially because the Sterling Hedge I know is only a third year. Even that is too young for me." Jules rambling words were slightly muffled, having taking a bite of the chikki though his stomach protested at the idea of eatting any more and he hastily shoved what remained into his robes. At this point it was clear that yeah, Jules needed to sleep. But he had always been stubborn, pushing past his own exhaustion to continue working and it was clear that this was one such occasion.

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Tue, 18/01/2022 15:48 (3 Years ago)
"Wha- no no no Professor Flitwick did most of the heavy lifting I swear. I really didn't do much except cast it." Jules babbled, flustered as he twisted his hands in embarrassment. "And there's still a lot of fix. Right now it's just a one use thing and there isn't much indication as to which patronus in particular it can find. If Professor Flitwick can tweak and improve it, that means that we save months of work. Months!" So caught up in his excitement, Jules nearly missed the worry and confusion scrawled over Cassandra's face and immediately backtracked with a flurry of apologies

"Uh, no. I-its more of a charm that Professor Flitwick and I made? Kinda? You... You weren't here for the prophecy weren't you... It's... A pretty big deal right now." He grimaced, feeling awkward about voicing the entire schools worries and the root cause of all this tension. "Well long story short the sorting hat sang something about a dark lord rising. A new one? I can't remember, but it also talked about eight patronus. A tiger, swan, dragon, eagle, dove, bear, snake, and leopard. Suvansh and I were tasked with finding any student fitting that criteria so to speed things along, ta-da. A new charm." Not exactly the most... comprehensive explanation of the mess that was going on but at least he tried.

At the mention of a first year summoning a corporeal patronus Jules flinched. That was exactly the type of thing he was hopping wouldn't happen. First years were much too young to be caught up in this mess and if he could, he wished he could turn a blind eye to this. Still, he made a mental note of this while staunchly ignoring any ideas that anyone could be taken under his wing and actually flourish. Sure he knew he was good at charms but not to the extent where he could teach anyone

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Forum Posts: 767 		Posted: Tue, 18/01/2022 08:33 (3 Years ago)
The breakthrough came quite unexpectedly. He had been spending lunch holed up within the charms room, wand strewn somewhere among the mess of paper that seemed to litter every surface available. His throat hurt from the amount of mumbling he had done, hands pinched around a quill as he scribbled down charm theory. "Patronum Avenseguim" he muttered, hand flicking in a vague direction. "Its the right incantation, right? Or would it be Patronum Appare Vestigium? No it wouldn't make sense, Appare Vestigium is about revealing magic traces and Avenseguim traces a item back to its source. Logically it would be Vestigium but there are no traces to be revealed." Untying his dark hair from its position as a high ponytail, he ruffled his hair violently before scrounging for his wand as a bolt of inspiration hit him. He found it buried between a pile of paper denoting the Hufflepuff 7th years and the nature of finding spells. It was made of alder wood, simple and not very flashy with light engravings carved into the handle. It seem well loved by at this moment Jules couldn't care as he firmly pointed it before him. "Expecto Patronum" He chanted, not even seeing if his patronus formed corporeality before whipping his wand to point at the paper frong he had so desperately been charming before."Patronum Avenseguim"

Nothing happened. Jules crumpled onto the desk groaning and threw his wand across the room, the wood clunking against the wall before rolling pathetically on the ground. Instantly guilt gnawed away at Jules and he got up to go pick his wand back up, intent on making sure that it was fine. Silently calling his wand back into his hand, he checked it over only to see movement at the corner of his eye. Whipping around, he was surprised to see that it was the paper frog he had enchanted, hopping about. It was heading towards the door of all things and Jules, stunned to the core, opened the door and followed the frog out into the bustling halls. Soon the frog let out a raspy croak before dissolving into a sparking display of lights before a stunned student. From the many many reports Jules had slaved over, he recognized the student as one of the many candidates who had a patronus that fit the cryptic song, having one of an adder.

After giving a stuttering apology to the poor student, Jules all but ran back to the Hufflepuff common rooms. He even got the password wrong in his haste, cringing as he finally got the door to open. What a sight he must have made, busting into the common rooms with stray hair flying everywhere and casting his already heavy eye bags in even more shadow. He found Suvansh quickly, talking with another 7th year who he recognized as Cassandra. For a moment he was relived to see her again as he had feared that she could have possibly just dropped off the face of the earth as he had not seen her all term, but that was quickly brushed aside. "Guess who just successfully cast a patronus finding charm?" He asked breathlessly, manic glint obscuring the sheer amount of glee bubbling within him

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Alaparos' face was scrunched up as if he wasn't quite sure how to deal with the sudden topic changes. He wasn't quite used to the chaotic mess that seemed to define almost all of Camp Half-blood and it showed. He had been stuck in the Big House for all of his years as a camper, sharing a space with the only other remotely sane person in the camp. And Chiron. "Erm, it's a pleasure to meet you too?" He hedged, unsure of how exactly to proceed with this eclectic bundle of energy. "I'm Alaparos. And you can thank the Hephestus cabin for these. They did a wonderful job on them." He shook his foot a little indicating what exactly he was talking about, the contraption moving smoothly. If he recalled correctly, the one who had joined them was a son of Hephestus. It would make sense, considering the prophecy and he gave Suvansh a wry smile of gratitude.

Doing a quick head count of everyone, Alaparos determined that they were still waiting for a few people. Namely Dezerae and Fallon.

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See, Jules had a different approach. He always kept good relations with his professors but the one he was closest to by far was Professor Flitwick, the charms teacher. Sure it was DADA but everyone had a class with the stout professor at least once. During his weekly lunches with the professor, where once they would pour over the latest academic papers regarding charms or training to cast nonverbal spells while weaving them together with wandless magic, they instead sifted through the student records and put aside possible candidates. Deliberating over theories of patronus and how the animal tended to reflect the owner, even the students from younger years were sorted into whether or not they could conceivably fit the criteria. Even if the stack was small, barely three sheaf tall, the pile of applicable first years still sent a searing bolt of protectiveness through Jules. Even though he doubted any of the younger years could cast such a high level spell much less make it corporeal, hell it took Jules years to even catch a glimpse of the familiar furry muzzle of his own patronus, he still clung onto the silly hope that no one would be involved in such an affair. It wasn't fair to those younger than him to be dragged into such a conflict. If Jules had his way, then he would completely bar anyone who wasn't of legal wizarding age from being considered as candidates, the risks were simply too high for people so young. But alas, that was not the case and he continued to diligently sort through the towers of paper. It had gotten to the point where he and Flitwick had given up on containing the mess within the charms room and had instead re-located to one of the private library study areas, permanently locked unless Flitwick willed it to open

Naturally, Jules also kept Suvansh updated on his end of the investigation. It was interesting to see the results their different methods yielded and made note of the many many students who overlapped in bother their investigations. But this method was simply taking much too long and was ultimately unreliable at best. Professor Flitwick seemed to agree when Jules brought it up and so they instead set their sights on something else, something that both of them specialized in. Charms

Now, making a new charm was difficult. Sure simple charms such as the one the dearly beloved Weasley twins crafted were easy enough to create. But if one were to theoretically charm an object to track down wizards with a certain patronus, that required a lot more creativity and elbow grease. Between both of their busy schedules, duties, and the difficulty of such a task, creating the charm was... slow going to say the least. It was clear that such duties were taking its toll on Jules, the number of times he had dozed off during Arithmancy and Astrology alone exceeding the amount of times he had fallen asleep in class ever, period. The Head Boy clearly was exhausted yet his smile never dimmed nor did his words take on any edge. They were getting closer though. But closer didn't mean that they were there just yet and until they had reached the finish line, Jules continued to labour over the logistics of charm making, willing the origami frog to follow whichever student had a bear patronus

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By the time the new day rose and the sun had long since crested over the horizon, all of the campers meant to go one the quest had gathered by the pine tree which marked the edge of camp. Evergreen boughs stretched up to the skies, welcoming the warm summer rays. By all accounts it was another regular day, not one where some life threatening quest was about to take place and yet today was the day. The unusually large party obviously drew eyes and many campers had stopped by to say their goodbyes. Staying under the shade of the tree, Alaparos watched with narrowed eyes. By his feet was a battered backpack that had seen better days, frayed threads and faded colors indicative of its age. He had essentially packed the entirety of the medical wing into the small bag, rolls of bandages and salves lining the fabric. Towers of pills, most of them painkillers, proved structural integrity to the quasi fort along with the standard thermos of nectar and plastic baggie of ambrosia. There was very little else that he carried aside for a small pocket lighter. Most curiously, his wheelchair was nowhere to be found. Instead twin braces were affixed to his legs. Almost like scaffolding on a building, slim metal wiring circled the worn jean material of his pants and a faint whirring sound could be heard from the joints connecting the wires.

It had been one of the many inventions created by the Hephaestus cabin and one that Alaparos had personally commissioned a few months back. At its core it was a walking aid, on meant to ease the stress his nerves would undoubtedly be under with every step he took as well as stabilizing his weakened muscles. It didn't make walking painless, not by a long shot, but at least he wouldn't be dragging down the quest with mobility issues. Always by his side whenever he was out of his wheelchair was a dragon headed cane, snarling black and gold inlays nestled snugly against his palm. Alaparos always thanked his lucky stars, and Hecate herself, that the mist disguised his bulky and unwieldy weapon of choice as a very practical object that he would undoubtedly use everyday

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Pouting and whining, Jules rolled out of bed and straightened out his uniform. The moment that he stepped outside the dorm room, he fell easily into the model head boy gently reassuring other Hufflepuffs and assuaging their worries. Pushing his own misgivings and worries, letting his sense of duty take over and let the mantle of responsibility push himself forward. He would have time to contemplate the reason for such an odd announcement later, for now the others came first. It was especially hard as some of the first years were beside themselves with panic but with calm murmurs and softer smiles, it was easily to at least corral the rest into waddling behind him like lost ducklings.

It took a lot more than that to calm the young ones when the newest song was belted out for all to hear

Kneeling by each first year and gently making sure that each one was assured and sent back to the Hufflepuff common rooms with a prefect, Jules knees pulsed with pain as he waved to the final first year who was led out of the Great Hall. With the youngest and most vulnerable of them tucked into the warmth of their common room, he set his mind to the next most important task; receiving instructions from the Headmistress. A part of him nagged to talk with the other juniors, the urge to protect those younger than him rearing its head, but he forced them down in order to join Suvansh to talk with McGonagall. "Headmistress." He greeted with a shallow bow. "The Hufflepuffs first years have been sent back to the common rooms. They seemed understandably shaken up and I fear that many will be unable to rest very well." His report was short and succinct, leaving out no detail yet the snappy nature of it made it easy to listen to, staying objective and to the point. No mention was made of himself.

Perhaps it was because he was still indecisive but the thought of being involved in such a high stakes prophecy was nerve wracking. All he had ever wanted was to lay low and quietly disappear once he graduated. Being named as head boy threw a little wrench in those plans as now he had the eyes of the entire Hufflepuff house and the faculty on him. It would make quietly leaving a little harder but it wouldn't be impossible. Associating with something as big as the revival of a new dark lord was sure to shine an unwanted spotlight on him. But on the other hand, Jules felt a sense of duty to at least try. A bear patronus clearly applied to him and it would be foolish to not at least try.

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