Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Time of the Epilogue discussion

Welcome Hufflepuffs!

Jade walked into the common room, tripped, and began searching for her glasses.

Sarah walked in

She found her purple glasses and slipped them on.

Sarah smiled at the girl

((BrB))

((kk))

"oh, hi!"

"Hello"

Arya walked in and sat down on one of the chairs by the fire.

((Anybody on??))

((Guess not!))

((Why don't you go out of the common room so you can rp?))

D the ghost sailed through the wall and crashed on the floor. He stood up and tried to brush himself off, but it didn't work because he was a ghost.
"Stupid... Bloody... Baron..."

Jade walked into the room. "Oh! Hello D! May I ask how you are doing today?"

"I am utterly disliking the new HoM teacher, considering that I have been offering to teach for one hundred years and was left with a substitute job instead. I would be extatic to be allowed as a potions teacher, or course... that reminds me, do you have any Potions homework?" He asked eagerly.

She pulled out her book and half-finished potions essay. "Why, yes I do. And that IS quite terrible. I would love to have you instead of that Eberts guy..."

He looked it over and hastily floated to her Potions textbook. "It should be on page three hundred and twenty five..." in his haste he tried to open the book and failed because his hand sailed through. "Turn the pages for me, please, Jade."

She turned to the directed page. "Alrighty, here it is."

"Oh, I see your books have finally accepted the letters I've been writing them, thanks for doing the actual writing part, by the way, and have updated your textbooks to show that half of the ingredients in a sleeping Draught can be substituted for house-elf tears... and that despite what many wizards have claimed for years, sugar makes chocolate better at repelling Dementor effects... Oh, yes, your homework... well, if you'd like to finish that essay, you could list the practical uses of the sleeping draught. It has been used to put dragons to sleep, to hold patients still in St. Mungo's, to get restless sleepers to... sleep," he prattled on endlessly before he stopped, occasionally asking her to flip a few pages for him.

She kept nodding, pretending to understand. "Alright. Oh! Well, that makes sense. Mmhhmm."

He could tell quite easily that she was faking. "Um... just let me in your head for a minute an I'll write it."

Jade looked uneasy. "Well.... I don't know..."

He shrugged. "Alright. I'll just tell you. I hope you can spell some of the words, they're quite lengthy..."

((gotta go.))

((byez))

"No problem." She readied the quill with ink.

He told her what to write, she didn't understand most of it, but it would look good on the paper.

When it was finished, she blew on the paper to dry the ink. "Thanks D! You're the best." Jade attempted to give him an air hug.

He flew through her, leaving her with a cold, drafty feeling because of his ghostly essence. "Yes, I was best in my year at Hogwarts, thank you for looking into history and figuring that out."

((A great thing to say right there would be: "erm... right."))

"Erm... right! But I mean, how could you not've been? You're really smart." Jade winked at the spectral creature.

"Yes, many were of the same opinion. They figured I'd be a shoe-in for Prefect, Head Boy, maybe Minister of Magic someday. Unfortunately, in my second year, there were all these dragon attacks. Third, people were disappearing and turning up dead all over the place. Foster home didn't want me to keep going anymore. Such a waste."

She laughed,"I guess so."

"Yeah... I knew the Ebert's guy's son. Great guy. I met Eberts at one point as well. He's a great wizard, but I'm reasonably certain he's going senile."

"Is that so? Do you think Headmaster Weasley would agree?" Jade raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Who?"

"The current headmaster... Nevermind." She shook her head.

"I'm sorry, I'm not very up-to-date with current stuff. Mortals seem so unimportant after a few decades. I mean... you're important." He floated slightly backward.

She smiled,"Well, thanks, but I'd bed to differ."

"You mean... you're not important? Or you're important?"
You see, he had said both of those things, and wasn't sure which one she was arguing against.

"Unimportant, obviously. I am one mere human on this earth, out of several hundred billions, so it is very likely that my existence won't make a difference to the history of mankind." She shrugged.

"That's the spirit!" D gave her a playful punch on the arm that never touched her and dissolved into mist, probably to go to the library.

Jade chuckled and rolled her eyes. How odd he is...

Mat rushed in, beating the fire off of his robes. "Someone cast a fiendfyre curse. Right in the Great Hall."

Jade turned around, shocked. "What?!" She began to head out of the common room for the Great Hall.

"Not a good idea!" He grabbed her wrist. "Just stay in here, there's no magic that can stop that spell!"

((Only slightly Evil.))

"But it'll burn Hogwarts to the ground!"

"Probably not," he reminded her. "One hundred years ago, a fiendfyre twenty times as powerful as that one rampaged through Hogwarts. Creo Black got a medal for stopping it by collecting all of the students together to block it."

"But how are we going to do that now?! Hardly any students are even here now!" Jade began thinking desperately.

The Fat Friar flew through. "I was sent by the Bloody Baron to inform my students that a fiendfyre has destroyed our Great Hall. Our new headmaster, Professor Rapa, and the History of Magic teacher managed to burn it out."

((I chose ... for Slytherin and Ravenclaw.))