Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry: BaseSebastian edition

As Evan was getting out of the car in London, by the "Leaky Cauldron" his mom said "Remind me again why you wanna go here?" "I told you! I'm going to a school called Hogwarts, it's a magic school, and I need supplies. Mum, I have to go in by myself, so I think I have to say goodbye here." evan hugged his mom as tightly as possible. "I love you." He said.

"I love you too. be carefull." Were the last words Evan heard from his mom. That day. He remembered them for his whole visit at Hogwarts, his whole life. He walked into the Leaky Cauldron, finding the fabled brick wall in the black. "Now how does this work again?" he said, and some bar patron came and opened it up for him.

 

OOC: I am so late

Zeke woke up to another sunny day. He hoped that there would finally be something different today. Zeke always liked that.

He got out of bed, got dressed and went downstairs. Cheryl, his mother and Michael, his dad greated him with a cheery "good morning." "Have you seen Bluerun, my owl, anywhere" Zeke asked his parents. His parents both shook their heads no.

Outside, they heard a tapping on the window. They looked and saw Bluerun. he was carrying a single letter. They opened the window and let him fly inside. Zeke then opened the letter happily:

Dear Mr. Zeke Flint Manning, we are pleased to inform you that you have been
welcomed back for another year at Hogwarts, school of witch craft and wizardry. We hope
you have had a wonderful summer. Term begins September 1st.
We ask that you fill up on the usual ingrediants for potions, and purchase the following
items listed below:

Basic potion ingrediants, three sets of standard school uniforms, including cloaks, one winter cloak with silver fasteners. They may bring if they desire, a cat OR a toad OR an Owl OR a rat OR a bat.

"Sweet, potions" said Zeke. "YES" exclaimed Zeke. "It's finally here. I'm finally going back" Dad then said "You must be off to Diagon Alley then," Zeke wisely nodded. He then put Bluerun in his cage, got his small bag of Galleons from his dresser and went back downstairs "Alright, I'm off" said Zeke "I cannot tell you how much I love Hogwarts". And he left out the door.

 

Aughust 1st, 12:01 PM. Moon, waxing. Day.

Quoted for hilariousness...xD...one should never forget their.....wand..0_o

Don't worry, that's not until Aughust 7th we actually even get there. You have 4 more days to shop,
and most have already gotten to diagon alley.

Don't mean to be a bother, but you may not have cuaght this:
All posts must be at least a paragraph long(three-five complete sentences). Don't get me
wrong, I like what you've set-up, just try to extend your posts like you did well with
the first part with Eiko.

Those being said, I'm pretty sure Pika's the only one left who hasn't received his letter. That
will be interesting...0_o

Also, don't forget, 10 house points to whoever can tell me Base's favorite Quidditch team. I
hinted which it is in my first roleing post as Base.

BIC:

Perhaps Base had been able to escape trouble with useing floo powder just this one. Maybe.
But then again, this was only Base's second time with floo powder, and while he was headed
in the right direction to be sure, the uncontrollable spinning was something he was not used to
yet.

His father, Murphy Keaton, was half muggle and half muggle, which meant in most respects,
Base wasn't so much a half-and-half as some might call mudblood. All-in-all, he still hated the
term, even if it wasn't used on him. However, even though Mr. Keaton wasn't totally a muggle,
he still always decided that Base shouldn't use the easy magical way, and instead take a boat
to London, year after school year. Still, this time, his pure-blood mother helped him get to
travel the way he had always hoped to get to Diagon alley, where came in the uncontrollable,
sickening spinning as he continued to whirl.

Just the, he felt himself stop spinning, and found himself in a rather dark, soot-smelling place.
If he had actually reached Diagon Alley, and not close-by knockturn alley, then he would be greeted
silently by all manners of wizarding folk, imbibing all sorts of drinks from the Leaky Cauldron Inn & Pub.
In a moment of hasened hurry, Base nearly hit his head on the inside of the fireplace, but quickly ducked
and walked into, sure enough, the bar room of the Leaky Cauldon.

Inside, nearly all the large room was either filled by tables, chairs, wizards and witches, or a strange
smoke which seemed to linger constantly in the air. Base knew it best to just get through the Cauldron
and use the brick wall through the back door to get to Diagon Alley. Of course, managing through
all the people was difficult, and it took Base nearly four minutes to get into the small area in the back,
open a door, and walk into an even smaller, more open area. Thus, it suddenly dawned on Base
that he had left everything at home, and even though his mother was going to send it all to him by
owl, he'd still need a wand to tap the bricks to get into Diagon Alley. So, in a slump, Base slid down
against a wall and either wiated for somebody with a wand to come by and open the gateway,
or he'd be there forever, between the muggle and wizarding world for eternity.

 

OOC: yo, we get there on my birthday!

BIC: Zeke walked all the way to the passageway to Diagon Alley He was excited to get back there, full of memories. He was happy when he saw the brick wall. Just then he saw a boy there slumped against the wall and asked

"Hey you alright" Zeke asked the boy

 

Eiko walked down the street with Namina right behind her. She sighed, Namina walked into her next shop, Eiko took off in a run, far from the shop. She didn't look where she was going and tripped over a boy who was on the ground. "Ow....."

 

OOC: If your character is in Diagon Alley,how did she trip over someone who isn't there yet..?...

 

OCC: Just a random people.

 

OOC: I am torn between two choices for Base's favorite team but I'm almost sure which one it is

BIC:

Gwyn inhaled her breakfast and downed a glass of orange juice. Her mother eyed her skeptically, wondering when she would have to do the Heimlich maneuver on her daughter. Luckily that was not necessary because even though she wasn't eating at the normal human speed she was being extra careful and thus got through the meal unharmed. Afterwards she practically threw her dishes into the sink and walked upstairs quickly. The only reason that she didn't run was because she didn't want to trip or anything along those lines. The stairs ended and she made the right turn that would lead her to her bedroom. Entering said room, she proceeded to put on her shoes and grabbed her trunk. Taking a firm grasp on it she half walked half tripped down the stairs, being dragged by her rather heavy suitcase. Gwyn reached the bottom and left her suitcase beside the fireplace, running out to the pasture to say a quick goodbye to Sunchaser.

She stood on the bottom railing of the fence with her arms over the top railing, head to head with her best friend and only friend.

"Bye Sunny. I'll see you when school gets out."

She swallowed the lump in her throat and returned to the kitchen where her mother stood with the pot of floo powder.Gwyn knew she would have to go alone. She always went alone. Grabbing her suitcase in one hand and putting the pouch of money her mother had given her in her pocket, she grabbed a handful of the powder and let it fall and the same time shouting.

"Diagon Alley!!"

 

Alyssa and her Mother was walking to the Leaky Cauldron. They were followed by Alyssa's cat. Alyssa was draging her suitcase down the smooth pavement of London. "Are you nervous? About going to Diagon Ally by yourself?" her mother asked. Behind her quuestion, Alyssa can detect that she was worried about her. She can detect that she was having doubts about Alyssa going by herself. She sighed. "No, I'm not that nervous, Mum" she said. "Well, I'm glad you are growing up by yourself" her mother said with a smile. Alyssa smiled back, and kept walking.

They arrived at the Leaky Caldron. Her mother guided her through the bar. While walking through the bar, Alyssa's mother was astonded by what she saw. A man stiring his tea, without even touching the spoon. People arriving through the fireplace. How weird was this. "Alyssa, how is that man doing that?" she asked. "He's using magic." Alyssa said and smiled. Her mother, yes, was a muggle. Her father was a wizard, but died when last year while she was at school. Her mother got used to her being a witch, but since she wasn't able to use magic at home, her mother had never saw magic up close. When they arrived oin the back of the bar, Alyssa's mom looked at her. "You have your wand?" she asked. "Yes mum". "Your clothes?" "Yes, mum, I have everything." she said and smiled at him. "Ok, Alyssa, I guess I have to let you go." She smiled at Alyssa and hugged her. "Be careful ok?" she said. "Ok, mum" she said.

 

Eiko sat up and saw a hand toward her. A girl with wavy brown hair and brown eyes had offered her hand to her. She smiled and helped Eiko up to her feet, together they walked to the ice parlor, Eiko thought the girl just helped her because she was hurt. "Why?"

"Hmmm, why did I help you?" The girl said. "Because you were hurt and seemed lonely." She smiled and introduced herself, "I'm Hermione. You are?"

'She's a muggleborn, but she's very nice,' Eiko thought to herself, and introduced, "Eiko Alexander, I'm a pureblood and the heir to my family's wealth. Everyone makes fun of me because of that." Eiko fell silent afterwards and waited for Hermione to say something.

 

Melody walked down diagone ally,her mother and father behind her,she was looking at her list and letter


Miss Oken

we are pleased to have you back this year,you know mostly everything you need
but here are reminders of your books

standard book of spells (grade 5)
transifuration tips
monster book of monsters
working with poitions
making charms.
a guide to muggles

we hope to see you return on the 1st as always
hoping you are well

minervra migonnigle (sp? sorry)

"mel,dear have you got everything?"her mother asked

 

It was about 10am, and Norah was still asleep as her owl swooped in through her open window clutching her annual letter from Hogwarts. Norah startled awake when the barn owl deliberately landed on her. Lazily, she picked up the letter and noticed Hogwart’s seal on it.

“I’ll open it at breakfast,” she mumbled to herself. She got dressed in a black tee with a dark purple hoodie and black jeans, and staggered downstairs into the kitchen.

“You’re alive!” Norah’s mother joked as Norah walked in. Her father was at the kitchen table, reading The Daily Prophet.

“Barely.”

“Y’never were much of a morning person, were you?”

Norah didn’t answer. She sat down at her place at the table. Her breakfast was already there. After she finished, she opened her letter.

Dear Ms. MacIntosh,
We are pleased to welcome you back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We hope
you have had a wonderful summer. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment for your new term. Term begins September 1st.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Head Mistress

Norah sighed. The usual, she thought to herself. She took the list out of the envelope.

Fifth-year students will require:
Fifth year potion ingredients
Three sets of newly-fitted school robes
A winter cloak with silver fastenings
A copy of Standard Book of Spells Grade 5 by Miranda Goshawk.

Please note, due to a new lesson plan at Hogwarts, you are also required as a fifth year to acquire the following books: Self-Transfiguation, A Guide to Animagustry.

Norah did a double-take after she read the name of the last book. Odd. “I imagine some parents won’t like that,” she whispered to herself.

Her father looked up from the paper. "Ah, finally got your letter did you?"

"Mmhmm," Norah replied, rereading the last part of the letter. She remembered what she had to tell her father, she'd been putting it off all summer. "Dad?"

He smiled at her and nodded. He didn't notice the nervousness in her voice.

"Er, well.... I want to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team this term."

"Wonderful!" he replied, beaming. That wasn't the part she was worried about. "What are you gonna try out for?"

That was. "Beater," she said as casually as possible.

Her father didn't say anything. He looked back down at The Daily Prophet, pretending not to care. He was a Beater when he was at Hogwarts. He had gotten hit by a Bludger. It traumatized him and he swore to never play Quidditch again. Norah's mother rolled her eyes at his reaction.

He'll burst eventually, Norah thought. She took her plate to the kitchen sink and put them into the soapy water, and they began to wash themselves. "I'm going to Diagon Alley," she told her mother. She was planning on avoiding her father until the start of term. After checking that she had money in her pocket, she grabbed a pinch of Floo Powder. "Diagon Alley!" Norah threw the powder into the fireplace and tall green flames shot up. She walked into the flames and walked out of the fireplace in the familiar atmosphere that was The Leaky Cauldron.

Ooc: I know what you're thinking. Could it be any longer? Yes. Yes, it could.

 

"Eiko, just ignore those people!" Hermione said. "I don't care if you're rich or poor, I'm sure you'll find people who accept you for you! Besides, being rich sometimes makes people jerks."

Eiko stared at her in awe, her words slowly began to sink in. "I will make friends like you, Hermione. Thanks for your kind wisdom, I've been alone for so long, I don't know what to feel at this moment. Thanks for being there, Hermione."

 

OoC: I am sorry for being late, I have been sick for the past few days. I almost missed it! Oh, and Base, can I please change to Hufflepuff? After reviewing Pika_power's character, and the antics I plan on having him perform, it seems mighty better than Ravenclaw. Also, Virtigo Haven may feel lonely.

I have changed a few other things, so here is my resubmitted profile.

Username: Pika_power
Student name:Pika Power (Can be adressed as Pika Power or Pika during conversations with friends. With teachers, it is Power.)
Gender: Referred to as male.
Age: 11
Year at Hogwarts: first
Height: 1'04" (Will not change without evolution)
Weight:13.2 lbs (Will not change without evolution)
Temperment: fairly eccentric, generally friendly to those he likes. Not so friendly to those he doesn't, and tends to get in over his head.
House: Hufflepuff
Appearance: A small pikachu. Wears blue as a rule of thumb. Red cheeks, zigzaggy tail, pretty much look for an example in my siggy/avvy.
Blood Status: As he is a pokemon, I think he falls firmly in the catagory of mudblood. (Anything else leaves questions to be answered that no one wants to imagine)
Wand length: 5 inches
Wand wood type: Leppa berry tree Amber, with four steel swirls running around it, meeting at the tip.
Wand core type: His own cheek hair.
Pet: A saimese cat, whitish. He is usually used as a form of transportation. He has been named Persian, to a way of Pika_power remembering home.

"ACK ACK ACK!" The yellow electric rodent pokemon known as Pika_power screamed as he ran around a small clearing in a forest, holding a letter he had just wrestled out of a shocked (quite literally) owl's claw after it had been the first thing he saw filling his vision when he woke up from his midday berry-induced nap. Finally the pokemon calmed down. "Hah... hah... hah..." breathing loudly, he read out the letter in english, but with a distinct pokemon tinge, almost as if every word had 'Pika' 'chu' 'pi' or 'pikachu' as its origins.

"Dear Pika_power,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts school of Witchcraf and wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl no later that 31 of July.

Yours sincerely,

Minivera McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress"

Pika_power shrugged. "Weird. Ah well, better make a start on replying with my 'owl'." Having no proper pen, paper or ink, he turned the letter over and scrawled on the back of it using a twig and berry juice,

Really, my dearest? I can have a second shot at happiness with you? I promise, I will not let you down! This time I will be faithful!

Lots of love,

Pika_power

P.S. Don't look at its eyes.

Chortling to himself, he clambered up the nearby tree where his neighbor noctowl was sleeping. Shaking it rudely awake, he told it, "Take this to a place called Hogwarts. You may need to foresight to find it." Using a bit of flax, he tied the letter to the noctowl's leg. The owl hooted discontentedly, but flew off.

"Now time for that stu- WOAH!" The pokemon suddenly felt his whole body being hauled into the air by his leg. Disorientated, he looked around wildly, and promptly threw up. Eventually he glanced upwards and saw the noctowl flying purposefully through a purely foggy sky, the rope binding the letter also binding his ankle. Struggling, he chewed at the flax, and bit through it just as they swooped downwards, out of the fog.

The pokemon lost his guts for the second time that day, as he puckered up his lips to kiss the steadily approaching ground.

"Oof!"

He came back to the world in a small street. looking up at a nearby sign, he saw the words Diagon Ally. Getting to his feet, he glanced around. "Ugh, I don't want that to happen to me again." Seeing various shops, he walked up the street, commenting on them one by one. "Brooms? No way. I never saw the point of cleaning. Wait, flying brooms? Even worse." He moved on, tasting bile in his mouth.

"Robes? Well I do need some for that school, although I have no cash." Getting an idea, he scurried to the back of the shop to find the scrap bin. "Wow!" The pikachu gasped. There were all sorts, from fine red wedding dresses to lustrous black suits. But as he examined everything, they had faults. The red dress had scabs for buttons, while the suit had no holes in it at all. This continued for some while, until he found a box of small blue robes, just his size. "I wonder what was wrong with it?" The pokemon muttered as he tried it on, completely missing the size aspect. "It is the ideal size, great colour, it should have flown off the shelves." Shrugging, he donned it and walked away, leaving the scraps bin in disarray.

The next shop he saw was a dimly lit one, with a single word on the front. Wands. Shivering, Pika_power walking inside.

"Hello. I've been waiting for you. sit down, let me do my work." A strange, bony old man turned around in a swivel chair, looking the part. Behind him, shelves upon shelves of boxes were stacked. I bet he likes little boys Pika_power thought, but said nothing out loud.
"I am a wandmaker. I know why you are here. I fear you will be an interesting customer."
Pika_power gulped. "I d-don't have a-any m-m-money..." he stuttered. Something in the air was scary, almost evil.
"Money matters little to one such as myself, especially when concerning your kind. In fact, I shall pay you and make you a wand, in exchange for the right to..." the man rolled his tongue around his mouth, searching for the right word. "Examine you."
Pika_power's fur shot on end, but the idea of getting some money kept him in place. "I'm considering it, but first I think you should know that I am a first generation pokemon and I have no method of reproduction, so any attempt at violation would be-"
"Excellent!" the wandmaker grinned.
"Not the word I was looking for..." Pika_power muttered.
The wand maker stood up and briefly pulled out a stick. The end glowed briefly, then Pika_power was walking out of the shop, shaking his fuzzy head. He glanced up at the clock tower to see that a whole hour had passed since he had gone in there, but it had only been five minutes. He noticed something in his pocket, and pulled out a bag laden with gold and silver coins, along with a long box. His reflection caught on the money, and he noticed a bald spot on his right cheek. "Best not to think about it..." Instead he pulled out the box, and stared at at the long rod inside. It was wooden, but it had four metal swirls 211111111111cvvv bghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh= (That was my cat, it jumped on the keyboard) xrfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,t bbbbbbbwsppppppppovvvvvvvv[[[[[[[[; (Thank you Tilly, now kindly let me continue!) But it had four metal swirls sttarting at the base, working up to the point where they all met. The wood on the other hand was amber, but crystallized in the middle he could see his own cheek hair.
Pika_power stared at it in awe. He had never seen anything more mesmerizing. Shaking his head, he put it away and continued with his shopping, fetching books and the like.

At the end of his shopping spree, he not only had all he required, but he also managed to borrow-without-knowledge-nor-intention-of-returning some pitpockets. In short, they allowed the owner to store almost anything in them, regardless of size or weight.
To keep him company, he purchased a rather large, white Siamese cat, which he promptly named Persian.

 

Jordan and his Aunt and cousins arrived at The Leaky Cauldron. They arrived in Diagon Alley and Jordan started to walk off "Jordan where are you going?" his aunt yelled. "I'll be right back!" he yelled back than went inside the wand shop and saw Mr.Ollivander. "Aw Mr.Rain what a surprised." he said calmly as he has. "Mr.Ollivander I came to ask what my wand specializes in?" Jordan gave him his wand. "Aw yes 12 inches,Weeping Willow, Dragonheartstring, very sturdy.Your wand makes Water Charms more powerful and transformation easier" he gave back the wand. "Thank you Mr.Ollivander" Jordan said as he walked out. When he found his Aunt and cousin they already got all his stuff he need."Thanks Aunt Christie!" he said as he hugged her."It's fine dear.Now did you find what you were looking for?" he asked "Yea I did" Than they headed back to the house.

 

Hey, Base... If Base's father is half muggle and half muggle, doesn't that make him a full muggle

Pika_power was hopelessly lost. He had wandered around that bloody street for hours, and he was fed up. There was only so many times a book can savage someone's hand before it gets to be the norm, and watching people appear out of thin air got old fast. Waving his wand around dramatically was fun, but he refrained after accidently ramming it into a half-giant's arse. What's more, he needed to get to some platform 9 3/4, but the only platform he knew about was the gameboy!

Worn out, he sat down in the middle of the street, people bustling around him. Eyes open, he looked out for potential students he could hitchhike a lift from. "Anyone?" He called out feebly, voice lost in the crowd.

 

As Evan walked through the arch to Diagon Alley, he was awe-struck. So many other wizards, so many magical shops. After he could speak again, he said "Hmm... I have to get a wand first I think... Ah! Theres a wand shop! "Olivanders" Hmm... interesting" as he walked into the shop.

"Welcome to Olivander's, makers of fine wands. How may I help you?" A very old looking man said to Evan. "I-I'm going to Hogwarts, and I need a wand." Evan replied, a little scared of what could possibly happen in one of these shops.

"No, let's take your measurements... yes, very good. Well, try this:" Olivander handed Evan a wand that was about ten feet. Evan tried it out, and waved it, and it made the windows in the shop shatter. Olivander used the Repairospell and fixed the window. "No, that will never do! Try this:"

He handed Evan another wand, this one about 7 feet. Evan held it, and suddenly all of him lit up, along with the wand. "My, my, I haven't seen that since...Well, I guess you've found your wand then. That's Pheonix Feather mixed with Black sand. The wood is Mahogany. enjoy." He said.

"Well, don't I have to pay for it?" Evan asked. "Oh, not for a First-year. In fact..." Olivander got out a sack filled to the brim with Knuts and Galleons. "Wizard money. Don't spend it all in one place." Evan looked shocked as he walked out of the shop.

 

Aoife Blair had just finished her morning flying practice and was eating brunch when she heard tapping at the window next to her. Her dad’s great grey owl was perched on the window sill with a letter in its beak. She hurried over to the and opened the window to let him in.

Finally! she thought to herself. Her letter from Hogwarts had arrived. She sat back down and opened it.

Dear Ms. Blair,
We are pleased to welcome you back for your sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Term begins September 1st. Please–

Yeah, yeah, I get it. She skipped the rest out of anxiousness, and took the list of supplies out of the envelope.

Sixth-year students will recquire:
Three sets of newly fitted school robes
A winter cloak with silver fastenings
Newly fitted Quidditch robes
A copy of “Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6" by Miranda Goshawk

Please note, due to a new lesson plan at Hogwarts, you are also required as a sixth
year to acquire the following books: “Self-Transfiguration, a Guide to Animagustryâ€.

Aoife had to reread the last line before it had sunk in. A guide to WHAT? Is that even legal? She decided not to tell her parents about it for the time being.

She went to her room to get her bag. “I’m going to Diagon Alley!†she called to her father, who was reading The Dailey Prophet in the living room, before heading out the door.

It was only about a 30 minute walk to The Leaky Cauldron.

 

Gwyn stepped out of the fireplace and inhaled the familiar scent, smiling involuntarily. She walked up to the bar and got a room. Now turning back to her luggage she put her hands on her his for a moment. This would be a pain to haul up the stairs but she saw no one come to help so she squared her shoulders and began the long trek up to the top floor. Of course.

 

No answer, so Zeke moved on with the tapping of the bricks. The wall opened up and Zeke looked around, feeling at home here.

Zeke went to Gringotts and picked up some more gold. Then he went to Florish and Blotts to get all his schoolbooks.

Afterwards Zeke went to Florean Fortescue's for some ice cream.