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Welcome to TB, an all levels Harry Potter roleplay with no word count. Our purpose is to go through the books with one exception: the addition of original characters and what changes that makes.
We accept all beings and creatures in the Harry Potter verse including ghosts, veela, muggles and even centaur.
We have many active events ongoing for both students and adults and many characters and locations around the world.
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Post by ELIZA MARIE CUNNINGHAM on Jul 14, 2007 16:46:27 GMT -5
For this contest, please write a short story (or part of one) about one of the characters on here (not your own). You can use any of the canons or one of the following:
Eliza Cunningham Sophia Knight Giovanna Nero
((If you want to offer up your character to be written about for this contest, just PM me.))
This contest will end on July 24th.
House Points
First Place - 50 House Points Second Place - 35 House Points Third Place - 20 House Points Participation - 15 House Points
Post by fallenlittleangel on Jul 14, 2007 16:58:50 GMT -5
Lupin streched his arms above his head and yawned. "I'm always tired after a full moon." He grummbled laying his head on his desk. It was a day after the full moon and Lupin had returned back to Hogwarts to continue teaching. The teaching was draining him of what was left of his energy, and he really wanted to take a nap. Of course, that would have made his day too easy.
"Professor?" A student asked, poking her head into the classroom.
"What is it Mia?" Lupin asked the seventh year.
"I had a question about Boggarts." The Mia said walking into the classroom and past the cabnet that contained a boggort.
"What is it?" Lupin asked sitting up.
"What if the thing that you fear the most is an emotion or a boggort itself? What would a boggort turn into if you were scared of those?" Mia asked, walking closer to Lupin's desk.
"I guess it would turn into something that represents the emotion and the boggort would turn into what you think a boggort looks like." Lupin said rubbing his eyes.
"Thanks Professor." Mia said, turning on her heel and leaving the classroom.
As soon as Mia closed the door Lupin put his head back on his desk. "I'm never going to understand seventh years."
It was a windy night and very dark on outside. Pansy had an assigment she had made for herself and was determined to get it over with. Sneaking out of hogwarts she wondered how far it would get before it blew up in her face. Please, please, please let this work. Praying that everything would fall into place she made her way across the lawns.
Making her way out of all Hogwarts grounds she made her way to the Three Broomsticks. The reason why she was there was because she was worried about Draco. With the war going on and the Dark Lord mad at him she couldn't help but worry. She had a meeting with his mother and hoped the news was as bright as the sun. Seeing his mother sitting down at a table she made her way slowly over. "Hello Mrs. Malfoy." She said sounding abit happy.
"Hello Pansy." Narcissa had replied. Tapping the table to indicate that Narcissa wanted Pansy to sit. "What is it that you needed to tell me so late this night?" Quite concerned on what anyone but someone she knew very well would want with her this late at night. Looking and feeling very curious on what she wanted she watched her sit down. Slightly yawning she stared intensly at Pansy.
"Well," The student started, "I wanted to know if Draco....was alright?" She said almost shaking on the inside.
Draco's mother sighed. "He is alright. But I thank you for your concerns. Now If that is all I am going home." Getting up she looked faintly tired and worried. She knew what was really going on but she would never tell the girl. Not even on her death bed. "Good bye Pansy." Leaving the pub she left Pansy feeling relieved at her anwser.
Post by ELIZA MARIE CUNNINGHAM on Jul 14, 2007 18:03:18 GMT -5
Luna was never considered as a regular person. She always had her peculiarities, which were noticed by mostly everyone at Hogwarts. Most of her own house mates stole her things and hid them from her, though Luna didn't pay much mind to it. She continued being herself without a care in the world about what other people thought of her. Luna believed in things that no one else did, except her dad. Her dad was the editor of the Quibbler and also believed in things that most people didn't pay attention to. This was always comforting for her when she was growing up, since she had someone to discuss certain things with. That was, until in her fourth year, when she met Harry Potter.
Luna was friends with Ginny Weasley for quite some time. She was one of the only people Luna felt she could talk to freely without them walking away. Ginny introduced her to Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville and they became instant friends. Or, at least in Luna's eyes they did. Harry could see Thestrals just like Luna did, which was something they had in common for a while. Harry was new to seeing them when Luna and him first met, but she showed him that he wasn't crazy. Luna saw them ever since her first year at Hogwarts, since she saw her mother die when she was only nine years old.
Here she was now, three years later. Thinking back to making all those new Gryffindor friends, she was glad that she did. Though, it did land her in a lot of trouble. Before, when she was 'Loony' Lovegood, the girl who kept to herself and didn't have many true friends, she was safe. But now... she had befriended Harry Potter and other brave witches and wizards. Luna was a target, but she didn't mind. It was all worth it. I wonder where he is now, she thought as a nameless Death Eater shoved her down some stairs. She was blindfolded, but quickly took it off when she reached the bottom of the stairs. Luna supposed that they didn't want her to know how she got there, but there was no use anyway. They took her wand.
Looking around, she noticed that the walls were made of stone and that a dim light came from somewhere in the corner. She got up slowly, in pain yet determined to see what was causing the light in the corner. When Luna got to the source of light, she noticed that it was a candle that had been burning for quite some time. She sat down next to it, glad to have some light in such a dark place. She put her hands near the candle and noticed that she still had the ink all over her hands from when she spilled her ink earlier. When the Death Eaters had taken her from Hogwarts, the ink was spilled all over her in the process and she didn't have the time to clean it up. Somehow the spilled ink didn't matter as much as it would have normally. She was stuck in some sort of place far away from Hogwarts. The trip there took long enough, but she had no idea where she was now. All she could do was wait for someone to come get her, though she wondered if that would ever happen. At least I'm safe down here.
Neville had been sitting in the Great Hall. Lunch had already come and gone and yet he remained behind. It sometimes still amazed him that he'd ended up in Hogwarts and not been a squib. That was thanks in part to Great Uncle Algie. Great Uncle Algie still unnerved him because he never could tell what would happen to him next under his uncle's watchful eye or lack thereof. He remembered that frightening day at the Blackpool Pier...
The pier had been too hot for Neville’s liking, and too high above the water, which was too deep. Great Uncle Algie had provided him with a fishing rod, but sitting on the edge of a pier above the deep water was not his idea of fun. That water was dark and dangerous … there could be anything in there. He wasn't sure he even wanted to venture a guess about what could be found therein. Grindylows and all sorts of other somewhat dangerous magical beasts must have made there home there. He wanted to go home. That thought in the forefront of his mind, he started heading over to where Gran was sitting. Halfway there, Uncle Algie came up to him and suggested that he would teach Neville to fish. That thought was less than appealing but what other choice would he have? His uncle would simply pester, coerce and drag him if he refused.
Heart heavy with foreboding, Neville followed his uncle to the edge. Uncle Algie peered down at the water, glanced up at Neville, squinted, nodded, looked back down, and smirked. The next thing Neville knew, he was flying through the air toward the murky surface of the pond. He opened his mouth to scream as he hit the water, splashing loudly. Instead, he got a mouthful of foul-tasting water. Terror flowed through his entire being, choking him more than the mouthful of water had. He thrashed wildly, and began to panic. The weight of his robes began to drag him down. A wordless yell escaped him. His lungs felt as though they were about to explode, he was going to die, he knew he going to die. He blacked out just before Uncle Algie could fish him out of the water.
Now that he knew for sure that he wasn't a squib, he'd never have to put up with frightening plans to scare the magic out of him. He hated feeling useless. Sometimes he tried so hard, he felt like he was going to explode. How could someone try so hard, and still fail? Chubby, freckly, with wonky teeth and a goofy smile. He knew that looks were not everything but what else did he have to offer in their place? There was no sparking personality underneath. All he had was plants. He knew all about them. What he didn't understand was that his effort was paying off. His skills were developing under proper guidance and he was becoming more outspoken. Most of all, he had hope and determination. Two very special skills that would aid him in the coming years. Despite everyone else giving up on him and passing him off as hopeless, he still believed in himself. Nobody could try as hard as him and come up emptyhanded.
Realizing that it must be getting late, he made his way to the common room and climbed through the portrait hole. With a carefree ‘hello’ to the last three students in there, he ambled across the room, with the customary puzzled expression that heralded an oncoming Trevor-hunt. Neville’s face had always been open as a book. Trevor always seemed to be escaping. Throughout all that time he'd spent downstairs, he never gave Trevor a single thought. Probably due to the fact that he believed Trevor would have been right where he left him. His toad was his closest friend, the one thing in which he could confide everything and that made him special. Trouble was, where had he gone to this time?
Post by dolfingirl18 on Jul 20, 2007 23:41:02 GMT -5
((This comes from a story I'm working on so Eric is my original character. This isn't finished yet, but I have to go.))
"I'm not crazy." Luna explained to Eric. "I'm just different then other people. Most people don't get that. If you're just the little bit different that you're instantly crazy or loony." Luna said playing with her earrings. "You don't mind people calling you crazy?" Eric asked the blonde sitting across from him. "I don't listen to people. I'm happy with the way that I am. I'm the only person who oppion matters. If I like the way I am then I'm not going to change just for someone else." Luna said smiling before picking up the latest adition of the Quabbler. "Personally, I'm not werid, just gifted." Luna said winking over the Quabbler. "You don't care if people take your stuff?" Eric asked. "No, I don't mind at all. Actually I think it's rather funny. I always have my stuff taken from me, but everything shows back up eventually. It allows me to do something with my free time." Luna explained smiling before continuing to read. "Luna, you trully are something different." Eric said shaking his head and looking down at his homework again. "What do you mean?" The blonde Ravenclaw asked. She staered at him with questioning eyes until Eric replied. "You don't care about what people say, and that's really amazing." Eric explained putting down his quill. "Like I said, I don't care about what other people say, it's just what I think about myself. And only myself." Luna said, turning the page of her magazine. "Yeah, that's true. You've got to be happy with what you think about yourself, and not others." Eric said, getting up and putting his stuff away. "Hey Eric, where are you going? Don't you have time to stay for a little longer?" Luna asked putting her magazine down. "Naw, I've got to go to the library to get some books for Potions class. Then I was going to go back to my dormatory." Eric explained, walking towards the entrence hall. "Oh, well, bye then." Luna said, a little shocked that her new friend would leave so abruptly. "Will I see you down here tomorrow?" Luna asked before Eric could get out of ear-shot. Eric stopped dead in his tracks and looked over his left shoulder at the Ravenclaw one last time. "We'll see, okay Luna?" Eric asked before continuing out of the Great Hall. The Slytherin boy never looked back at the Ravenclaw that just opened his eyes to a hundred new things in the world, and it made him happy that this weird girl had sat down in front of him.
Last Edit: Jul 24, 2007 19:00:42 GMT -5 by dolfingirl18
