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Hogwarts-The Prophecy of the Seven
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Hogwarts-The Prophecy of the SevenBrooke had greeted all the new Ravenclaw's with a smile and rather loud cheer. She happily dug into the prepared food, the feasts were honestly her favorite part about Hogwarts. Or maybe she just really loved food. Regardless she tried a little bit of everything, then began to pile up her favorites. When she was quite satisfied she stood up and left the Great Hall. She wanted to quickly unpack so she could relax.
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Maybe it is his brain tries to console him. It surely just was a deep thought in his brain due to his insecurities about Scarlett, but he couldn't be sure nevertheless.
He looks at the time, and it was 7:45 pm. He wears fresh robes, and goes towards McGonagall's office for the discussion/meeting called for.

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"Oh, that's a good idea," Nene said, recalling the various pots that lined the common room's windowsills and tables. Now that she thought about it, there were a lot of Hufflepuffs who liked Herbology - or perhaps, she thought with a small giggle, they just liked Professor Longbottom. Happily scarfing down some pasta and cooked carrots, Nene gave a satisfied sigh. No matter what ominous things the hat said, she was sure that this would be a good year. Smiling, she stood up and grabbed 'Ri's hand, stopping her from tapping it repeatedly. "Don't worry, I'm ready to go, 'Ri! No need to keep at your drum solo. Even if it's a great one," she teased, pulling her friend to her feet. She was eager to settle into the dorm and get a good night's sleep.
Adalwen was seated near the window, leaning on the windowsill. He seemed deep in thought, something rather unusual of him. He was intending to cause some chaos after the sorting. He had a goal, of course. There was something he wanted to get his hands on. However, he did nothing, thanks to a certain something's words. "Is this bad for me, or good? Certainly a return of the dark lord would be good, considering how the Notts were still secretly longing for his return, but what if the one who returns is not Voldemort? The chance of it actually being him is very much slim, since his soul was locked in Limbo. It was confirmed from Nagini's body. His predecessor did not last much long either, attempting to mess with the constant of time.
Now, if it is someone else, should we even pledge allegiance? Wouldn't standing against them be more useful? A parseltounge is one of the seven who helps this school, too. It's not going to be the Lestrange girl, surely? Is there really a chance of there being another parseltounge? Perhaps Hadrian? He is the first 'good' guy in a long line of our men, after all. Even getting into hufflepuff, it is very likely that he is the parseltounge spoken about."
Adalwen's thoughts trailed out, by the end of which he decided on observing for the time being. [i]"There's no way I'm the dark lord, since I am no parseltounge. For now, let's continue with our own little games. If anything, all this prophesy should make it easier."
After a long while, Adalwen's stressed face finally broke into his sly smile.
However much he tried, he couldn't unsee the nervous face of the newer teachers, like Professor Ruby and Professor Gladion in the office that day. If the teachers themselves were scared, Suvansh did not want to imagine how bad this threat could be. Though McGonagall had asked them not to do anything, he couldn't actually stay away from it. Especially due to how the sorting hat had mentioned...students had to rise how Harry Potter and his friends arose against Voldemort. Suvansh just couldn't put one and one to think of who, and how could there be a new dark lord. Whatever was the case, the sorting hat was wise, and wasn't made to lie. He flickers his thoughts away, as he enters the potions room in the dungeons, ready to take on the challenges of his seventh year at Hogwarts.

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Agent Fallows, signing out~
Okay so maybe his aunt getting sent to the hospital wasn't normal but it was close enough.
Watching the letter burn up in his hands, Jules let out a heavy breath shoulders sagging. That was seven for seven. One howler every year chewing him out for his actions. Granted, he kind of deserved this last one but man was that an awful way to start the year. Not only was there a weird prophecy but now he was on thin ice with his family again and he was pretty sure that he would actually be disowned this time around. Running a hand his hair with a shaky sigh, Jules stepped out and made his way towards Advanced Artihmacy only to stumble across a confused-looking Ravenclaw first year near the tower that housed the house common rooms. "Hey there, are you lost?" He called out to Allison, putting on a friendly smile

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Malcolm had already woke up and reached their first class which was Charms. He walked in and took his seat as Professor Flitwick began the class.

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'C'mon we're late and its Defence against Dark Arts now.' she said.
Rashi tok a turn and walked away elegantly and looked as if she were gliding rather than walking over the floor. She and Jason entered the class.
'Er.. sorry professor. we're late.' she apologized and took the only seat which was left at the back of the class.