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The Timeturner / Bun in the oven, baking 350 ~ {Millie}
« Last post by Heather on Today at 01:43:10 AM »
Savannah, Georgia | September 1953


NPC; Natasha Newberry


The magical and no-maj pregnancy tests both stated that she was positive a few weeks ago. She even went to the hospital to make sure that it was the case. Indeed, the nineteen year old woman was pregnant. Natasha glowed as she rested her hands on her lower abdomen as she walked up to the house of her best friend, Millie Killingsworth. She wanted to share the surprise with Millie, before the rest of the world knew. Josh knew, her parents knew, but beyond that, she kept it a cute secret from work. A part of her was a little worried that the men in charge would consider her a risk because she'd be a 'mother'. It wasn't the 1800's, but Natasha wanted to maintain her entry level position at the Department of International Magical Cooperation as a secretary. She mostly got coffee, filed papers, ran errands, and got to step into the office of the department head before his day began to place his daily itinerary on his desk. Nonetheless the pregnant witch would share the news once the time came.

Right now she was barely visible, though the healer noted that she was about three months along. She didn't realize that until the morning sickness came and her husband recommended the pregnancy tests. He was a full fledged healer now. She wore a comfortable pale maroon floral maxi dress at the moment because she would have to modify some of her clothing to fit her. Some of her outfits didn't fit, even her face was slightly fuller and her wedding ring was hard to absentmindedly rotate around her finger.

Natasha wanted to play it cool, get Millie to guess. Have her be surprised. She always told Millie that she would be an Aunt to her children because she was her best friend. The former horned serpent packaged a little gift of a bib stating 'My Aunt Spoils Me' in a pale yellow and white. She wasn't sure if she was having a boy or a girl, but it didn't matter to her. The gift was in a little yellow bag with a white bow, something cute, but not suspicious. She would do her best to give Millie a fun day, and try not to spoil it in the process.

The witch knocked on the Killingworth's door, hoping that Millie would answer so she could give her a huge hug. Having to be far away from the other witch was difficult, even though they planned visits and wrote letters to each other. It wasn't the same upon graduation, when she was by her side throughout school. The nineteen year old fidgeted on the porch, adjusting the bow on the bag and knocked once more. Once the door flung open and saw Millie, Natasha threw her arms open for a hug, "Millieeeeee," she squealed, "I know I'm a little early that what I said in my letter, but I couldn't wait," she kissed both cheeks of her fellow horned serpent alumni. "Besides, do I have things to tell you!" her cheeks dimpled up from her large smile. "But first! How are you~"



@Mildred Franklin
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Ilvermorny Grounds / [bonfire] tonight we are victorious {open!}
« Last post by Carrie Marshall on Today at 12:56:50 AM »
Adjusting her bag on her shoulder, Carrie emerged from the base of the tree marking her House’s living quarters into the late-afternoon May sunlight, several of her Housemates close behind her. For weeks, the former Virginian and a few of her friends had discussed going for a hike or having a picnic or a bonfire or something of that nature, but the weather had been rainier than they’d hoped for most of the past month. Now, they finally had a perfect weekend evening for it; with the new date now coinciding perfectly with Wampus winning the Quodpot Cup, fellow unofficial-planning-committee member Bertie – unsurprisingly – clamored to have the central focus be a celebration of that. Pleased as she was by the victory, she’d merely rolled her eyes at her friend and – with a wry smile – told him he could feel free to come dressed in full Quodpot attire, but not to get sour when no one laid at his feet to worship him.

What had started out as an upperclassmen-only outing, however, had somehow reached the ears of some of the younger students. They couldn’t exactly bail out and reschedule now… well, they could, but the Iron Witch knew she would feel badly about it if they did; she’d spent too much time mentoring the Wayward Girls at House Irons to even consider letting the younger students down like that. Never mind that they weren’t on the invite list to begin with… but who was she to deny them a fun evening on the grounds? Worst-case, they could always stay out after the younger ones went inside for the night.
Plus, there was no knowing if the weather would even hold out for a reschedule, anyways.

Carrie was armed with several large thermoses of hot apple cider with extra cinnamon; one in particular contained a healthy dollop of Firewhiskey (borrowed from a Seventh Year friend whose recently-turned-21-year-old brother had bought him an extra bottle while they were home for Easter). Sure, it was spring, but the early-May evenings up on Mount Greylock were still far from warm. Lou was positively indignant when she found out about the addition of the spiked cider, but Carrie had simply grinned at her friend and stowed that particular thermos safely away in her personal bag – and further assuaged her by wearing her campaign badge pinned to her outfit. If people wanted alcohol, there was hardly a way to stop them from bringing it. Plus, the whiskey would bring a little extra warmth on what promised to be a chilly night.
They also had several baskets of food, happily bestowed upon them by the kitchen staff of Pukwudgies. Laden with the fruits of their labor, the initial troupe made their way up the mountainside along the winding trails until they reached the agreed-upon spot – a small clearing with several large rocks adjacent to the stream – and began setting up.

Shading her eyes against the descending sun, Carrie spotted a few more people coming up the trail behind them. She turned to her friends, hands casually propped on her hips.
“We should probably wait another half-hour before starting the bonfire, yeah?” Carrie raised her eyebrows at Lou in particular: she was undoubtedly the savviest of the group, coming from a family that owned an outdoor goods store and having hiked the Appalachian Trail by herself. “Don’t want it to burn itself out too quickly…”
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Regarding threads following the Potions class! Should you desire to thread the plotline further on, please take into account that it happened in March playtime and therefore all threads should be placed/started in the timeturner board. Hope you all have fun with this and also enjoy the extra fpp points <3333
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The Timeturner / Hush now ~ {Sylvester}
« Last post by Heather on Yesterday at 07:42:51 PM »
Welwyn Garden City, England| Late May, 1984


NPC; Regan Reddington

Regan Reddington looked down at the little newborn boy in the slowly rocking baby swing, his face soft with a calm smile. If he were to tell himself that he would have a baby before him back when he and his wife Aiofe had gotten the news that it would be difficult for them to have children, he wouldn't of believed it. His younger self was defeated, and the two stopped caring to try. He drowned himself in his work, became ruthless in his pursuits to maintain his authority. So when Aiofe had given him the news that she was pregnant, actually really finally fully pregnant, the man's heart swelled. He couldn't contain his emotions or his composure. It had to be one of the happiest days of his life.

The thirty-five year old had a family.

The newborn let out a coo of a yawn, twitching his little arms as a form of a stretch, and a few little kicks. Regan was memorized by it all. "Richard," he smiled at the infant, "you're so very loved by your family. We are happy you are home." Though the baby couldn't respond or understand, it was true. The grandfather clock in the foyer ticked its way closer to the time that his cousin would be arriving. Family was coming and going ever since they brought Richard home last week to come see their newest addition. It was never a dull moment at the old Reddington Cottage that had expanded over generations of Reddington care. Aiofe was napping in the master suite, as she had been up with their son most of the night. He adored his wife, and was so thankful for her. His father was out back, strolling through the garden with his wife they had built together. They were in town to help, though they stayed in Italy for part of each year since Ronald's 'retirement'.

What people said was true, it was exhausting to be a new parent. Regan had decided there was enough money in their vault that he could take a few weeks off to care for his bundle of hope. The man flicked his wand lightly, and the swing slowed to a crawl before stopping. He carefully lifted Richard from it, and set him on his chest. Richards head shifted to rest on his neck, and if anyone saw this moment outside of his close family, he'd likely have to kill them, because he was just purely melting at the cuteness of his son.

He'd die for him if he had to. He felt so powerful holding the infant, he felt so renewed. The wiggly life he held was so innocent, and he knew he had to protect him from the world. There wasn't anything he could do, even more so when Richard would move a little and let out little cries. Regan closed his eyes, his hands gently resting on the baby to keep him in place, and embraced the sweet silent moment of peace. A knock on the door had lead him to open his eyes in what felt like a few minutes later.

"Okay Richie," he softly whispered, as he moved slowly to place the sleeping child back in the swing. The former Slytherin walked over to the door, peaking out the sidelight window before opening it. "Good afternoon Sylvester, come on in," he kept his voice soft, but he had a wide grin. The man pat his cousin on his back in a rough hug, "I hope the travel was a delight. Did you take the portkey I said and stop by the little hole in the wall liquor shop for their specialty whiskey?" He hoped he tried it. "It is worth the extra side trip. Smooth as silk, with a woodsy hint of flavor, and a touch of sweetness akin to fresh honey from a French beekeeping farm harvest on a sunny afternoon." The man closed his eyes and shook his head thoughtfully. His ears were perked for any sort of little cry from Richard in the other room, but at the moment he was quiet. Likely sleeping, like he has been.

"It is good to see you Sylvester," he stated simply. "How is your injury, if you don't mind me asking? I can take your things, I know you said something about staying a night or two. I can have them sent to the guest room." He ushered over one of the house elves, who hurried to his side.

@Sylvester Walker
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Potions / Re: love and other disasters [all years]
« Last post by Sylvester Walker on Yesterday at 07:10:24 PM »
It didn’t take him long to prepare the Veritaserum, and after pouring some in three silver vials, Sylvester held them in his hand as he walked among the desks. As soon as the hour passed, students had started finishing up their potion brewing, and the Victorian stopped in front of their desks as they stated the scent they felt. “Almost perfect.” He told Lionel, a bit disappointed of the ‘almost’. Should the boy have tried a bit more, Sylvester would have awarded him with a vial without any regrets on his side; he could definitely see potential in the Sterling boy.

Deirdre rose up to her words, and prepared a perfect Amortentia. “Who says you can’t have fun with a vial of Veritaserum as well?” Sylvester repeated her own previous reply to him, handing her one of the vials. “Perfect.” He sketched a smile in her direction, and then turned on his heel towards Carla. The shy Ravenclaw presented a very good potion as well, but the scent wasn’t as intense as Deirdre’s. “You’ve done rather well. Next time it will be perfect.” Just like in Lionel’s case, he felt somewhat disappointed; they were good potions, but not what he’d required – the perfect potion. He tapped her encouragingly on the shoulder, and then moved on towards the next student.

The young Baisley seemed nothing like his older sister; Sylvester remembered Reagan quite well, and couldn’t but feel disappointed by Carey. He smirked condescendingly. “Only used half of the ingredients, I see.” The wizard slowly nodded his head in disapproval. “Guess that the house elves that clean Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom will have a two months’ time vacation. Those stolen ingredients better be on my desk soon Mr. Baisley, or I shall make it three.” Sylvester narrowed his gaze slightly, before moving on to the next student.

The scent wasn’t quite as pronounced, perhaps due to the fact that it had been brewed a bit slower than required. Still, for a third year it was quite well executed. “Miss Lawson, not Veritaserum worthy, but I am impressed. Be faster with your brewing next time.” He gave her a nod, and then moved on to one of the best Gryffindors in the classroom that day. Miss Doyle’s potion was more disappointing than expected. Actually, he hadn’t expected to be disappointed at all.

His gaze moved from the cauldron to Keela as she spoke. In the middle of her explanation, the girl paused and a mischievous smile appeared on Sylvester’s face. He was there and she knew it. The person whose scent Keela was inhaling was there, in the same room as them. “A cologne?” The Victorian had been tempted to turn his gaze towards Valentine, for the head boy was the only one present that day with a particularly noticeable cologne, but Sylvester knew better. Miss Doyle’s reaction was too good to waste, especially since she seemed to be so taken aback. Her potion was not perfect, nonetheless the scents could be clearly sensed.

He tapped the fingers of his free hand against the cauldron’s edge, and closed his eyes for the brief moment in which he inhaled deeply. “Bambusa arnhemica.” Sylvester opened his eyes, and held Keela’s gaze as he spoke. “The soft summer breeze of the Mediterranean Sea.” He paused for a moment, before leaning in towards the girl. “Chai tea.” Sylvester’s smile widened just a bit. “Can you really not tell the scent of the cologne, Miss Doyle?” He drew closer and mouthed without letting out any kind of other sound. ‘Because I can.’

Her potion wasn’t perfect, but her reaction had exceeded any kind of expectation. Sylvester placed a vial of Veritaserum in front of the girl, and then went towards Peter’s desk. His potion was perfect; Slytherins were doing well that day. “You’ll find out the floral scent in due time, Mr. Willow.” Sylvester smirked at the fifth year. “The potion is perfect. Well done.” He placed the vial on Peter’s desk, and then tapped the boy on the shoulder as he turned to Eirlys. Her potion’s scent was intense, perhaps a bit too much. “This is more powerful than required; not by much but still. Perhaps it has an extra thorn.” He addressed the girl, and then encouragingly nodded in her direction. Not a perfect potion, but it was strong. Well-done indeed.

“30 points for all who have brewed their potions. 50 points for those who have received the Veritaserum.” Sylvester then flicked his wand as he headed towards the professor’s desk, and everyone’s potions began to be fixed – some were added the little amount of ingredients they missed, while others were being diluted. The wizard turned around on his heel, and addressed the class once more. “Now all your potions are perfect.”

With another flick of his wand, the cauldrons were transfigured into goblets, and inside each, there was a small amount of Amortentia. Naturally, it was switched; nobody had the potion they brewed in front of them. “I believe that practical approaches are by far better than theoretical ones. You were all so quick to explain and insist that the potion is a cruel, dark one, but how many of you have you even tried it?” He elegantly shrugged a shoulder, as he leaned against the edge of his desk.

“So, with that in mind, you will actually test the potion yourselves.” His smirk became more and more condescending. “Before you object, each word that forms your objection will cost your house 50 points. If and when you drink it however, you and your house will be compensated much more generously.” Well, he did intend to give out 100 points to each student who would drink the potion without any kind of objection, so Sylvester did keep things fair enough for all. Plus, the effects won’t even last more than a day, so no harm done, just quite the spectacle for him.

Furthermore, to make things even more interesting, Sylvester mixed up the potions very well, so along with some couples forming, there should also be quite the amount of love triangles, rectangles, everything.  “That being said, bottoms up.”

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+130 / +100 / +40 / +160

ooc;; have fun with the pairings if you go for this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ like it says in the post, it can be a > b / b > a, but also a > b > c > d > e > a. mix’n’match~
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Anniversary 2018 / Re: [CONTEST] Group Shippers Layouts
« Last post by Anastasiya Vulchanova on Yesterday at 04:37:14 PM »
"*comes back from the void of time and space* for my lovely koldovstoretz fans, the special prize for their entries~"

     
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Anniversary 2018 / Re: [CONTEST] Group Shippers Layouts
« Last post by Lena on Yesterday at 12:34:21 PM »
k o l d o v s t o r e t z   a c a d e m y



The Koldovstoretz Academy of Magic (Колдовсторетз Академия Магии ~ Koldovstoretz Akademiya Magii) is a co-ed wizarding school located along Ozero Vivi (Lake Vivi) in the Putorana Mountains in Evenkiysky District, Siberia, Russia. The school, most notable for its former headmasters, Ilariy Rayasov and Nazariy Medvedev, two of the original founders of the Durmstrang Institute of Magic, takes in magical students of all ancestries and offers a program to teach squibs how to adapt to the muggle world while still keeping ties to the wizarding world. Koldovstoretz Academy of Magic believes in a heavily Dark Arts and hands-on approach to learning magic, as well as Caster Magic, Defensive Dark Arts, Stormweaving, and Draconian Magic.



HEADMISTRESS
Camile Demir
    HEAD OF HOUSE
Leandra Floros, Bozhidar Hadijiev
Volya Nikolov

    SNOW KING / QUEEN
Javid Cavadov, Nayiri Yazdjian

SNOW WARRIORS
Liu Zhijian
Malika Kim, Mats Balldrshóll
Justýna Tesaříková, Iosef Zolotov
Mattias Hedlund

    TREE RIDERS
Valentina Teodorescu

    GOLDEN SKULL
Tigrova: 130
Zhivoystya: 80
Rayasov: 70
Medvedev: 50

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Anniversary 2018 / Re: [CONTEST] Group Shippers Layouts
« Last post by Lord Voldemort on Yesterday at 11:14:20 AM »
at last, a worthy follower
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Anniversary 2018 / Re: [CONTEST] Group Shippers Layouts
« Last post by Ashton on Yesterday at 10:54:32 AM »



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Europe / Re: no more night, blue skies forever • • a r i / l u c i
« Last post by Ariana Laurier on Yesterday at 06:21:09 AM »
There was a part of Ariana that thought she ought to try to be, well, cooler. Less awkward, more like the girls he was used to being with. She'd tried that at Tactile, a little, but things had been different then; another accidental run-in that might not be repeated. In that situation, she had space to temporarily be whoever she wanted to be. But Prosper had just kissed her, had implied that he would like to keep seeing her; it wasn't just one night where she could pretend to be someone she wasn't. Ari didn't like having to hide who she was--it reminded her of trying to pretend that everything was all right when the Carrows had free reign in Hogwarts--but what it really meant was that she wanted Prosper to like her, and that she didn't know if he would if he really knew her. That sounded like a proverbial red flag; she tried to push the impulse away. She'd already acted like herself in what was arguably the most potentially embarrassing part of the night.

Prosper led her to a couch she hadn't really paid attention to before. She'd be in trouble for that with Yates; situational awareness was an important skill. Taking the glass, Ari sat down, smoothing her dress, and took a sip of the bubbly liquid. It was good champagne. "You stole some high-quality stuff," she teased. 'Our next date, he said, like it was inevitable. Well, maybe it was, if he wanted it. Ari wasn't going to turn him down. Mustering up her real self, she replied, "I guess I'll look forward to that, then. It doesn't need to be...bigger, though, you know," she added. "I'm not...complicated." she said. Maybe it was a form of self-sabotage, to have thoughts like she'd just had about how she wanted to be and then to act completely differently. Maybe it was just an entreaty for him to see what he thought of the real Ariana Laurier--before she got too invested.

A flush lit her cheeks. "Maybe you just picked up on how awkward I was," she laughed. "Have I changed much?"
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