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[Audrey Callaghan]

[Bingo: Talk in riddles]

 

Audrey, not in the mood to entertain the eagle knocker, took pride in her role as a Ravenclaw prefect. However, there were moments when it all felt a bit exhausting. While she genuinely enjoyed solving puzzles and riddles, there were times when exhaustion crept in, like right after a Quidditch match or an intense practice session. During those moments, Audrey had no intention of scouring her memory for answers to riddles. There had rarely been a time when she failed to provide the correct answer. So, when the guardian of the Ravenclaw entrance claimed her answer was wrong, Audrey couldn't help but groan. "It appears so that NEWTs preparation is sucking my brain up," she lamented, looking at a junior student whose thoughts seemed to be heading in the right direction. When the student confidently answered "ocean," Audrey was relieved she didn't have to dig through her memories. "Well, why give a riddle that could have an ambiguous answer?" she complained, showcasing her tendency to whine about discomfort. "I'm not enthusiastic, nor am I keen, Indifference is where I'm often seen. Apathy's my cousin, enthusiasm's my foe, What am I, in emotions' ebb and flow?" Audrey repeated the riddle posed by the eagle knocker. She turned to the knocker and asked, "You know the answer?" With a resigned expression, she answered her own question, "It's disinterest. Disinterested as much as I am about the answer of freaking riddle you gave me!" She sighed, clearly frustrated by the ordeal.

[Yasmine Bektaz]

RPM RPC: Brag about your grades

Yassy cannot blame Audrey as she used NEWTs as an excuse for not getting the riddle right. Even in her exhaustion, she wasn’t able to give the right answer which is kind of humiliating in a way, but hey they’re both just humans who weren’t really that prepared to face this kind of ordeal. It was frustrating because all she ever wanted was to sleep now. Her patience is running thin which is very seldom to happen. It’s just very wrong timing to be dealing with the knocker. Although in her annoyance, there was also the bright side. She’d seen a side of Audrey which she hadn’t see before and it was kind of… entertaining. ”Why give a riddle at all, just opened the door, please…” She should feel bad for her, it was quite obvious the older girl is frustrated now too but she can’t help the smile that marred her face as listened to Audrey’s rant laced with tone of indignation. The new riddle was provided and the older girl replied with a bit of sarcasm that made her cover her mouth as a silent giggle escaped her. Poor girl is annoyed now. “And here I am, wondering if my Outstanding grades will give me a lee way in answering the riddles correctly and yet look at me, standing here, tired, in dire need of bath, hungry and sleepy.” Her tone depicts exhaustion. ”Just give us a brand new riddle so we can try it again.” Was her request to the knocker.

[Kai Gilland]

New RP
Tag Yassy

It was the day of their arrival to Hogwarts after a month of school break. The sight of the castle, being in the castle, brought him an unexplainable sense of comfort. He had been missing the school after a couple weeks of staying home but spending time with his friends and family, keeping himself active here and there, and also meeting Yassy for the rest of the holidays, the feeling was nearly forgotten. It rushed back the moment he entered the Diagon Alley for shopping and even more when he rode the carriage and saw the magical view of the school. Always beautiful even though he had seen that for six years now. He did everything okay and was most relieved to know that he passed his exam with a good grade and now he could focus on things that could support his future career.

The feast had finished about an hour ago and the students had all settled in their respective common room with the JW closing their day by patrolling around to check if there was anyone who would break a curfew. This time, he did his patrolling duty with Yassy and he wouldn’t ask for a better option. They did their job, obviously, but it was also nice having extra time with her, seeing her before he went to bed, and discussing everything, making the task more enjoyable. It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy being with his fellow Puff prefect but there was a good difference between spending time with people you like and someone you love. He enjoyed the fluttering feeling everytime he was near her and the comfort she emitted, something others were unable to do. After finishing their patrolling, he told Yassy he would meet her in fifteen minutes outside the Ravenclaw’s common room as he planned on going back to his common room first to see if the other Prefects had finished their duty and if anyone in his house would need his assistance.

Once he thought everything was okay, he made it out, climbing the staircases with much eagerness. Basement to the tower? No big deal. He smiled to himself and it grew wider the moment he reached the main corridor, seeing Yassy there. “Hug.” Just one word, not forgetting the puppy eyes as he asked, his arms stretched to his side.

[Yasmine Bektaz]

Yassy just came out of their common room after bidding the other Ravenclaw prefects goodnight when she saw Kai arrived. That day had been unforgettable and memorable and it’s mostly because of the excitement of being back in school, and being with Kai again. “Hi…” She said casually, as if her heart wasn't thumping enough at the sight of him when in fact, she just saw him exactly fifteen minutes ago. The reaction to his presence is always the same, is it bad she cannot get enough of her boyfriend? Seeing the expression he’s currently wearing and hearing his little request with open arms, Yassy didn’t need to think twice and bridged the distance between them. She threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

Her heart warmed as she melted against his arms, fitting against their form perfectly. She had a whole slew of expressions and only Kai was ever treated to seeing her face when she was truly relaxed. Her eyes closed, and the usual creases on her brow smoothed. There was a slight smile on her face and a soft flush on her cheeks. “I’m glad you’re here.” She murmured, her tone much softer than she intended. Her fingers gently stroking the hair on the back of his head and sighed happily, finally resting her head on his shoulder. If she was a cat, she would have been purring like a motorboat. She wondered if he ever minded her perpetual clinginess, of how much of a cuddle addict she actually was. Despite the night cold air, she didn't feel the least bit cold. She was cocooned in his embrace, how could she not feel warm? “I missed this during school break.” She mumbled, longing for familiar warmth and security only him can give her. She would often hug her stuffed toy to her chest. It was a poor substitute.

Bringing her head higher, warm breaths brushed his ear as tired-mumbling lips whispered against it. “Is this your main agenda for coming here?” She cracked open her amber, sleepy-hazed eyes and smiled muzzily up at him. “Because I don’t mind getting used to this ‘ritual’ after every patrol, I’ll definitely have a goodnight sleep every night.” Yassy’s ears felt like they were being branded, with the residual heat spreading to adorn the rest of her face for admitting that to Kai. It’s times like this, when they have privacy, that she would dare doing and saying things like these. When they’re together, they’re just simple Kai and Yassy, stripped off of their titles and responsibilities. Right now, she was just his girlfriend and him her boyfriend. She slowly got on her tippy toes and pecked both his cheeks, then his forehead, then his nose — all the while giggling softly — not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to themselves. It was a good thing all students were inside their common rooms now, because there was nothing that could make her move from that spot. Getting her to budge was a task that even the most powerful wizard in the world would be foolish to attempt.

[Kai Gilland]

Kai wrapped his arms around her torso. All of his weariness was gone in an instant as he found solace in her embrace, a cocoon of warmth and affection. His lips formed a small smile as she said she was glad to have him there and he tightened the hug, closing the remaining space between them, replying her with the action. There was no other place he’d rather be than here, between her arms, at the moment. It made him wonder why he used to find the gesture awkward when it felt almost like Heaven on earth. A soft hum escaped his lips as she stroked his hair, enjoying the soothing feeling it sent to his body. Her soft breath tickled his neck, giving a whole new feeling. “I’ve missed this too.” A little too much, maybe, that he started hugging her in his mind when he missed her. This probably still couldn’t make up for all those times he missed her warmth, but for now it was enough. He would see her again tomorrow and many more days after. His head leaned closer to her shoulder, nestled in the curve of her neck. A fresh scent filled his nostrils as he breathed in, reminding him of the uplifting feeling after the rain.

Kai loosened his hug, allowing himself to look at her face. “Mm-hmm.” He hummed a reply to her question, smiling shyly, because he could feel that this might be a little silly. Yassy didn’t find it silly. “Then we’ll do it every day. I don’t mind spending a few minutes up here.” He would make time for it, in fact. A time where there were just two of them without caring of the world, where he could express himself more freely. A time he knew he would longed for at the end of their daily hustle. Seeing her face moving closer toward his, he leaned in, gladly receiving a peck on both cheeks and forehead and nose and… That’s it? His mouth opened in disbelief before turning to a small pout. “You forgot one thing.”

[Yasmine Bektaz]

Yassy leaned into the curve of his body, enjoying his warmth, breathing in the scent of his skin. She never felt more safe or loved or protected than she does in these moments, in his arms. And when he pulled her closer, a soft gasp escaped her. Her cheeks flamed, there hadn’t been that much space between them to begin with. He was close enough to her that she could feel the heat emanating from his body and having him this close to her was sending little shivers through her nerves. It’s hard to draw away. His words made her smile. She can feel it too, like an ache in her chest. No words were needed, they both missed each other. Kai leaned forward, his head on her shoulder until it came to rest in the curve of her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut as she can feel his warm breath on her neck and his soft lips tickling her skin like tiny butterflies. Her arms tightened around him and her cheek rested against the juncture of his neck and shoulder, where it was warm and smelled nicely. She heard the echo of his pulse, and smelled the scent of him. Oh, how she wanted to stay there with him, wrapped in this moment, feeling the beat of his heart against hers, as steady and strong as the pulse of the ocean, calming her down.

He loosened the hug but didn’t fully let go, and admitted to coming here just for this moment with her with that timid smile of his. “I’m not complaining.”She teased, assuring him. “I have more reason to be excited everyday then.” Her response to him when he said he didn’t mind spending few minutes of his time with her every night, feeling giddy at the prospect of hugging him and being hugged before she goes to sleep. They both had a busy day helping around the train and the school, and she wanted to make him feel better, with butterfly kisses. The small kisses mean the world to her. Yassy almost laughed seeing the conflicting emotion on his face when she suddenly stopped, intentionally leaving his lips alone. His eyes wide and the brown hue darkened in her opinion. That perfect jaw, that bow-shaped of his mouth, turned down to the corners in concern, telling her she forgot one thing. Her heart — her poor heart — lost it as she saw that pout on his lips. At the unfiltered need she sensed from him. Her forehead came to rest against his, just like the first time they kissed, just watching him. His bangs fell on his forehead, tangling with his eyelashes and hiding his brown orbs which she’d gladly drown in if he’ll let her. Yassy smiled, “I didn’t. Maybe I am saving the best for last.” In a matter of seconds, her lips touch his in a moment of sheer want. It was one motion altogether, but it seemed that it took quite a long time. What was initially just a peck didn’t happen. Her eyes fell close as she felt a tingling sensation on her lips as they brushed against his. Her movements were slow, shy, gentle — each measured the beat of her heart, each saying he was precious, and loved. And she was falling deeper, she had never been more grateful to have extended life until he came to her life. There were no awkward pauses, no second thoughts, no worries of what she was doing wrong — only him and her and nothing could have more beauty than this moment.

[Kai Gilland]

His sister called it a honeymoon phase (while rolling her eyes), the early stage of a relationship where everything was just happy and both kept craving for each other’s presence, whenever Kai accidentally admitted he missed Yassy to her, sometimes in an unexpected occasion. As ridiculous as it sounds, he couldn’t deny that he was indeed in that stage because how else would he explain the urge to meet her when he was just having her a few minutes ago? And this hug was everything. He smiled when he felt her arms tighten around him. His heart swelled with a mix of gratitude and fondness. For a moment, nothing else mattered but the feeling of being utterly and completely loved. Looking at her, he knew Yassy wasn’t complaining. If he was in her position, he would happily welcome her presence too. Though a small grin still appeared on his face, appreciating her reassurance. “Then that settles.” They would do their patrol together after all, unless asked to split, but even then he would still visit the tower just to see her again before he slept. Kai didn’t dislike the small kisses, actually loving it, enjoying the small tingles on his skin as her lips touched it, but of course it felt incomplete when the part that wanted it the most was left empty. He could tell she was about to laugh when he sulked and he was aware that he’s being silly once again, but he maintained the same pout. Had to get what he wanted after all. However, his expression softened as Yassy rested her forehead against his. He let out a soft sigh, appreciating this simple form of intimacy, eyes catching a glimpse of her amber that looked as warm and striking as she is. She revealed she was saving the best for last. “Good.” His pout turned into a small smile and he let Yassy approached him. The distance between them shrinks with each heartbeat. Her lips pressed softly and gently on his lips. Another whisper of comfort that he was indeed loved. And he too loved her, maybe more than he did himself. His eyes fluttered close, letting his senses focus on their lips as it ignited a warmth that spread through him, triggering his increased heartbeat. Pleasure and longing were felt through his movement. His hands held her waist, gentle but firm, as he deepened the kiss, fueled by emotion that’s been building inside him. His feet took a few steps forward without him planning to, forcing her back to press against the wall where he could hold her steadier. He should probably start worrying if someone would come out of the common room and spot them, but at that moment, he could care less, fully immersed at the brimming tenderness in the air, where it was just the two of them, wrapped in their own little universe. The kiss paused as he breathed in some air, before leaving another peck on her lips. And another one. His forehead lingered on hers for a few seconds, savouring the sensation that lasted. Then his eyes opened slowly and he finally pulled away, heart full of emotions and eyes gleaming with affection as he looked into her eyes. “Well…” He began, lips smiling playfully. “Fully recharged now.”

[Damien Wellington]

New Post | RPC #Help a younger student solve the riddle
Tag: Silas Dierkshielde | Mentoring Program
 

Damien leaned against the cool stone wall of the corridor, absently twirling his wand as he tried to process the news that he was now the new Ravenclaw Prefect. A wave of disappointment washed over him; instead of joining his boyfriend in the Potions Club this term, he would be swallowed up by the towering list of duties that awaited him. His thoughts spiraled into a mental rant: preparing tutoring sessions for students struggling with their studies, the looming pressure of OWLs bearing down on him, not to mention the avalanche of assignments from his classes that threatened to bury him alive. And now, the added weight of ensuring his fellow Ravenclaws were behaving and upholding the house’s good reputation, patrolling the school grounds like a glorified babysitter without the comforting presence of his boyfriend by his side. As he trudged through this sea of worries, he felt a deep longing to go back to Galway and relive the moments they shared in his family estate, the laughter and lightness that made every academic challenge feel manageable.
 

Just as these thoughts threatened to drown him, he spotted a small first-year Ravenclaw anxiously shifting from one foot to the other at the entrance of the Common Room, a puzzled look on his face as he struggled to decipher the riddle that guarded the door. This sight pulled him from his spiral of self-pity; he couldn't help but smile gently, remembering what it felt like to be lost and overwhelmed on his first day. “Hey there! Need a hand?” he offered, kneeling to meet his gaze. "What is the riddle, I may be able to help you?" He offered to guide him through the riddle, and Damien felt a flicker of purpose ignite within him. Perhaps, amidst the looming responsibilities and challenges, there were still moments of connection to be found, opportunities to help and inspire the younger students, which might just make the burdens of being a Prefect a little lighter, if only for a while. He took a better look at the boy and looked at the photo in the file he had received "Wait... Are you Silas, Silas Dierkshielde? I am Damien Wellington, your mentor. I believe I sent you a letter for a meeting in the common room." Damien smiles gently at the first-year Ravenclaw. "Well, I guess this is a good start for our mentoring tour. Do not worry, is quite common for this to happen, however, a small piece of advice make sure to always bring with you what you will need for your daily schedule... It can be a bit frustrating to be in a hurry and be faced with a hard riddle or quiz from the knocker." Just as he mentioned he recalled the one time he almost got late to his class due to a similar scenario.

 

[Silas Dierkshielde]

RPC #Help a younger student solve the riddle || Post 1
Tag: Damien Wellington | Mentoring Program

 

Silas stood before the bronze eagle knocker guarding the Ravenclaw Common Room, his gray-blue eyes fixed on it with a mix of curiosity and growing frustration. The intricate designs on the door seemed almost alive in the flickering torchlight, and the knocker’s calm, melodic voice had just posed a riddle that might as well have been in another language to him. "I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?" He shifted his weight nervously, his slender frame almost disappearing into the shadows of the corridor. The excitement of arriving at Hogwarts had kept him afloat earlier, but now that he was alone and faced with this challenge, a pang of homesickness crept in. His mind wandered to the cozy familiarity of his small house in Galway, where the problems didn’t involve enchanted riddles or magical doorways. He glanced around, hoping another student might pass by, but the corridor was empty, save for the faint rustle of distant footsteps.

 

Just as his frustration began to boil over, he heard a warm, reassuring voice behind him. “Hey there! Need a hand?”

 

Silas turned to see an older student with dark hair and a calm demeanor kneeling slightly to meet his gaze. The boy introduced himself as Damien Wellington, his Ravenclaw Prefect and—much to Silas’s surprise—his mentor. Silas blinked in confusion for a moment, then recognition dawned. Damien had sent him a letter before term started, though in the flurry of new experiences and first-day jitters, he’d completely forgotten about their planned meeting. “I… I guess I do,” Silas admitted, his voice quiet but steady. He looked at Damien hesitantly, then added, “The riddle—it's confusing. I’ve been standing here for a while trying to figure it out, but…” His voice trailed off as he gestured toward the door, feeling a bit embarrassed.

[Damien Wellington]

Post #2 | RPC #Help a younger student solve the riddle
Tag: Silas Dierkshielde | Mentoring Program
 

His mentee was a bit confused at first, but clarity came to his senses in a matter of time, Damien smiled and glanced at the bronze eagle knocker. Striking slightly to hear the riddle, it was a lucky one, however, he was not giving the answer to his mentee, but he still intended to help him solve it. "This might seem trick, but is quite simple, observe." He had to the railing and put his hands near his lips to help project his voice. "SILAS!" he shouted to the staircase, and quickly tapped his ears, signaling his mentee to listen carefully, when suddenly from the cold stone Damien's voice echoed back:

 

SILAS!...

 

SILAS!...

 

SILAS!...

 

He smiled with excitement "Have you figured it out, the answer to the riddle?" Damien asked, approaching his mentee, hoping his action had helped him. While he waited he looked once more at the file and recalled something. "You know, you are a lucky little Raven. Not sure if you notice in the owl I sent you, but I also live in Galway, it is actually my hometown if you cannot tell by the accent." He humorously said. "But, what I mean is that if you ever need someone to talk to in or out of Hogwarts you can always reach me, I don't promise to reply right away, since I have an extensive array of duties, however, I can assure you I will always find to help if you are in trouble or need of a friendly face. I have prepared a little welcoming bag for you, but I left it in your dorm... Nothing much, just a few essentials to survive your first time at Hogwarts." Damien said kindly, now showing a bit more clearly his rich Irish accent. "Also, not sure if you read it, but I also am part of the tutoring program, so there are extensive subjects I can help you with or introduce to saw students who can easily assist if you find it intimidating approaching a professor for assistance." The Ravenclaw prefect reassures him.

[Silas Dierkshielde]

RPC #Help a younger student solve the riddle || Post 2
Tag: Damien Wellington | Mentoring Program

 

Silas blinked at Damien’s demonstration, his gaze following the Prefect’s gestures as his voice echoed eerily through the corridor. He listened intently, the sound bouncing off the stone walls sparking something in his mind. His brow furrowed in concentration, replaying the riddle in his head: I speak without a mouth and hear without ears… I come alive with wind. The pieces started to fit together, though doubt still clung to him like a shadow. “An… echo?” he ventured tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper as though afraid of getting it wrong. His heart thudded in his chest, the anticipation of the answer making him feel as if the entire castle were holding its breath. When the bronze eagle knocker opened its beak to announce the door was now open, relief and pride washed over him in equal measure. A small, shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “I—I got it,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

 

He looked back up at Damien, his nervousness still evident but softened by the older boy’s kind words. “Galway? Really?” he asked, his voice tinged with surprise and a hint of curiosity. It was comforting to know someone from home was here, even if Hogwarts already felt like a world away. “That’s… that’s good to know. About being able to talk to you, I mean.” He hesitated, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his robes. “I—I might need help with some of the classes,” he admitted sheepishly. “Everything here is so… new.” As he stepped inside the Common Room, Silas’s eyes widened, taking in the sight of the starry ceiling and the soft glow of the enchanted lanterns. He glanced nervously at Damien. “Thanks… for everything. I guess I’d still be stuck out there if you hadn’t come by,” he said earnestly. “And… I’ll try not to mess up too much. But it’s nice knowing you’ve got my back.” For the first time since arriving, Silas felt a flicker of confidence, bolstered by the thought that maybe he wasn’t as alone as he’d feared.

[Damien Wellington]

Post #3 | RPC #Help a younger student solve the riddle
Tag: Silas Dierkshielde | Mentoring Program
 

The young Ravenclaw seemed puzzled at first, but never the less followed him with careful attention, Damien could almost visualize his gears setting into motion as his mentee gathered the pieces to formulate his conclusion. Damien, approached the door as he saw the flicker of a resolution in the boy's eyes. "Excellent, I knew you could figure it out, shall we get inside?" He pushes gently the door and allows Silas to pass through the door, and as they get inside the door locks itself once more. "You will find that as you grow in Hogwarts, the riddles and questions will change, perhaps a way Rowena Ravenclaw created to sharpen the mind of her students. So don't be surprise to now and then find several housemates at the entrance trying to solve a riddle." He gentle smile and add up "Sometimes is a great way to meet other housemates." Which hadn't been Damien's case, but he knew of some housemates who had became friends after solving a riddle along.

The mention of his birth town spark a smile on the Ravenclaw. "Yes, born and raise in the green island, I just arrive a few days ago from there, is not an easy journey... Cannot wait to take my apparation license so I can travel faster, either that or might have to speak with my father about linking our fireplace to the Floo Network. But you accent is not from Galway, I mean... There is so Irish in there but I can tell there is something else, sort of germanic accent, am I right?" Damien asked curious and also trying to get know his mentee a little better, without having to always consult his file. Damine wave his wand and cast a conjuring spell. Suddenly a blue box flight toward him. "You can always count on that, if it help, I often spend time in the school library, it is where I also give much of my tutoring sessions, unless it requires a more pratical approach, in that case there is a few places around school better suited for that than the library, don't think Master Chevalier would be too please if we cast spells on the library." He told, also letting him know cassually that the library is not an ideal place to practise spells. "Well, this is for you. I was not interilly sure what you like so I put a mix of sweet, salty and sour treats for you. There is a map of the school, with some notes of secret passages, as well some nooks where you can relax... You seem to be the sort of fellow who enjoys some privacy and tranquility, and I personally can relate, I mean for me it was quite overhelming the size of Hogwarts compared to my previous school." Damien still recalled how he felt on his first days, that will to be isolated, not to mention the fear of everything be somehow enchanted or changing. "Ah! There is also some banners, stickers, a book mark and a few teabags in there as well, and do not worry no one is expecting prefection from you on your first day at Hogwarts. Just try to enjoy, but, if you ever feel confuse I might still have my notes from my previous years." Damien told, trying to reassure his mentee. "Do you have any question or something you would like to know about the school, classes or our house?" the Ravelcan asked.
 

[Silas Dierkshielde]

RPC #Help a younger student solve the riddle || Post 3
Tag: Damien Wellington | Mentoring Program

 

Silas carefully took the blue box Damien had conjured, his fingers brushing over its smooth surface as he peeked inside. His face lit up with surprise at the assortment of treats, the map, and the other thoughtful items. “Wow… this is… really nice of you,” he murmured, his voice tinged with genuine gratitude. He pulled out the map first, his gray-blue eyes scanning the notes and annotations. “You even marked secret passages? That’s brilliant. I—uh—I definitely like the idea of having some quiet spots. It’s… a bit overwhelming, all of this.” At the mention of his accent, Silas’s lips twitched into a nervous half-smile. “You’re right—it’s not just Irish. My mum’s from Ireland, but my dad’s side of the family is German. I grew up speaking both, so… I guess that’s what you’re hearing,” he explained, his words a little rushed as he felt the heat rise to his cheeks. “It’s strange, though—my accent never stands out at home. But here…” He trailed off, glancing around the Common Room, suddenly self-conscious.

 

He nodded slowly at Damien’s mention of the library. “That makes sense. Practicing spells in a library sounds like… a disaster waiting to happen.” He chuckled softly, the sound tentative but genuine. “I—I’m not great with spells yet anyway, so I’ll probably need all the practice I can get. My dad keeps saying I’ll pick it up, but it’s hard not to feel behind when everyone else seems to know what they’re doing.” Silas hesitated at Damien’s offer for questions, then took a small step closer, his voice dropping slightly. “Actually, there is one thing. Are there any… places you’d recommend avoiding? Like spots where first-years shouldn’t go? I—I just don’t want to accidentally end up somewhere I’m not supposed to be.” His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his robe again, his gaze flicking between Damien and the floor. “And… thanks. For this,” he added softly, holding up the box. “I didn’t expect anyone to be this… nice.”

[Damien Wellington]

Post #4 | RPC #Help a younger student solve the riddle
Tag: Silas Dierkshielde | Mentoring Program
 

It brightened up his day to at least know that amid all his load of work, at least there were things like this he was still good and thoughtful. "Well, I know getting used to life in this castle might be overwhelming, so this is the least I could do." Damien said, as his mentee dwell in the box of goodies. "A lot of us are not used to this sort of life, or being for this long away from our families, so is nice to have a place to call home, and Ravenclaw is now your new home for the next seven years of your journey. We will be here to support you and assist you, so if it makes you feel better think of me as an older brother, in this big blue family. A lot of us share a quite significant amount of traits or hobbies, which is why we are all in Ravenclaw and not in another house." Even though he said those words with enthusiasm and care, Damien could not help but feel a bit blue as he thought his difference was what separated him from his boyfriend of shared the same house... Yet, he smiled when his mentee with nervous excitement thanked him for the thought he put on the map he gave him. "Don't mention it, I thought as a Ravenclaw you would need those, and if all those fail, you are free to knock at my dorm. No one will disturb you there, well... Skadi might nudge you for a few pets, she is my cat." As if she had heard them, a gray fur cat jumped into Damien's arms. "Speaking of her, how are you? Did you come to meet Silas as well?" Damien's voice high a bit on the pitch, as he spoke with his cat. She meowed as if in response to his question, almost sounding like: of course.

 

Damien smiled "Well, is normal, we all come from different regions and countries, so it shows more clearly our differences and similarities. Nevertheless, do not worry, with or without an accent no one will judge you, and if they do, let me know and I might deduct a few points and make them recite Gaelic poetry for a week." he said playfully, although, in all truth that was almost like a fitted punishment for someone mucking another students accent. Yet, his expression softened as the boy seemed concerned about his spell-casting. "Well, your father is right, after all this is your first year, and no professor is expecting you to be proficient right away in your casting, imagine how unfair that would be for students who never had access to the wizardry world until they got summon to study in one of the wizarding and sorcery schools of the world? So do not worry. But if you want any advice, take a look at the first chapters of your textbooks, you should at least get some ropes and be able to at least be a little familiar with the context of your first classes." He told to Silas. "But, like I said, if you ever feel like you are struggling let me know, and I will help you, although, a lot of professors are willing to take some of their time to clear any doubts or even offer extra time for students study and practice out of classes under their watch, this could be helpful if you are struggling with a particular subject, since not a lot of students are around, so professors can have a better idea of where you are failing and assist you, after all, they all want us to strive and be excellent wizards and witches." Damien knew that sometimes students had this idea that professors were after them or were eager to punish the students, but that was far from the truth, so he hoped his information had given some clarence into Silas mind.

"Well, right off the bat the Forbidden Florest, is the first place I recall no student are allowed to dwell on their own, the only exception is if they have been assigned a task by their professors." He thought for a bit and only could recall a few others. "Well, the restricted section in the Library is another place you are not supposed to be there, you are only allowed there with a permission slip, but doubt you will need to get there in your first years at Hogwarts. Also, entering other school Houses is forbidden as well, and don't try to go to the girls' dormitories, or do try if you want to enjoy a free slide ride." Aside from that, most places he knew were protected by magic, even if attempted to enter, so that cleared most of the forbidden places... "Oh! Don't go near the Whomping Willow, or dwell in the greenhouse on your own, unless you get permission from your Herbology professor. With that, I think that is most of places you should not go, or avoid. Any other question?"
 

[Silas Dierkshielde]

RPC #Help a younger student solve the riddle || Post 4
Tag: Damien Wellington | Mentoring Program

 

Silas listened closely, nodding slightly as Damien spoke about the different places he should avoid. He wasn’t planning on sneaking around where he wasn’t supposed to—at least not on purpose—but it was reassuring to have some clear guidelines. “Okay, that makes sense,” he murmured, shifting the blue box under his arm. The mention of the Whomping Willow made his eyes widen slightly. “It… actually attacks people? That’s not just some scary story they tell first-years?” He wasn’t sure why he was surprised—Hogwarts already seemed full of things that could be dangerous if you weren’t careful.

 

At the mention of the girls’ dormitory, Silas blinked in confusion. “Wait… why? What happens if you—” He stopped mid-question as he caught Damien’s wording, his expression shifting into one of mild horror. “It throws you out? Like, the stairs just turn into a slide?” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly glad he hadn’t wandered anywhere near there by mistake. “That’s… good to know,” he added quickly, trying to suppress the mental image of himself tumbling backward in front of half the house. His fingers absently traced the edge of the map as he processed everything else Damien had said. The idea of struggling with spells still gnawed at him, but knowing that even professors were willing to help was oddly comforting. “I’ll try to go over the first chapters, then,” he said, his voice more determined than before. “I don’t want to fall behind.” He hesitated, glancing down at the floor before looking back up at Damien. “Do you—did you ever feel like this? Like everyone else already knows what they’re doing, and you’re just… trying to catch up?”

 

Silas exhaled softly, his grip tightening slightly on the box Damien had given him. “I know it’s only my first day, and maybe I’m overthinking everything. But it just feels like… everyone else is already settled, like they belong here. And I’m still trying to figure out where I even fit in.” He swallowed, then forced a small, sheepish smile. “But… I guess if I get lost, at least I have a map now.” His attempt at humor was quiet, but there was a sincerity in his voice. Even if he didn’t feel like he fully belonged yet, maybe—just maybe—it wouldn’t always feel that way.

[James Corvus]

New RPC- Solve the riddle together to get in the common room- Tag Silven

After a long day of classes followed by a grueling study session with Darren for his NEWTs Jamie was just about ready to crash into his bed and fall right to sleep. He had been burning himself at both ends with all the things that he was juggling on his plate beyond the emotional weight of everything with his crumbling family situation. He was almost grateful that his sports injury had rendered his incapable of playing Quidditch, he didn’t know where he would fit in the time. Eyes drooping and his brain complete mush Jamie made the long trek from the library up to the Ravenclaw tower, stopping every so often to rest. It was night like these that it seemed cruel to not let apparation be available to younger students and possible in the castle. Dead on his feat Jamie finally arrived at the door his forehead on the knocker
The more you take, the more you leave behind. What am I?
Jamie groaned loudly in protest Heck if I know

[Silven Kron]

- 1 - 

 

Silven headed towards the Ravenclaw dorms. It was pretty late, right before curfew, and he was hoping he made it in before the prefects caught him out doing rounds or something. Silven wasn't usually late -- he wasn't a huge rule-follower or anything, but he tried not to attract too much attention, either. That made it more likely that if and when he chose to step out of line, he was less likely to be noticed or flagged. 

 

"Hey," he greeted the older guy that stood in front of the door. Silven recognized him as one of the prefects. Typically Silven tried to steer clear, but since he'd joined the Quidditch team last term he was getting to know more people. "The more you take the more you leave behind?" he repeated, having come up behind the other guy and overheard the riddle. 

 

Silven wasn't sure if it was meant to be this way, but some of these riddles had a way of making you feel stupid if you couldn't get it right away. Silven had begun his schooling at Durmstrang, so getting used to this had definitely taken some work. "Time? If you take time, more time passes...." Silven thought aloud with a shrug. 

[James Corvus]

2. Jamie was utterly exhausted by this point so he felt frustrated letting out an irritated groan Any chance you can just let me in he asked the knocker. The response was silence. Well it had been worth a try. Racking his hazy brain to come up with some sort of answer Jamie knew that his best luck was to have someone arrive so that they could figure it out together. Luckily he didn’t have to wait long. Head still resting on the door Jamie turned to see Silven. He didn’t know the Ravenclaw that well but he was trying to make a habit of getting to know all of his house mates names given the fact that he had been a prefect for several terms now Hey mate he greeted with a small yet exhausted smile . Straightening himself out Jamie shrugged and leaned against the wall as he listened to Silven throw out an answer. Oh that’s good logic he. Praised looking to see if the knocker responded .Sadly no luck . I swear sometimes I absolutely despise being in Ravenclaw. Everyone else has a password or secret code and we have a puzzle . When he was younger Jamie used love these things now they felt more like a nuisance. Did they have anything like this at Durmstrang? he asked recalling the boy had beeen a transfer. Chewing his lip in thought Jamie mused his thoughts aloud What’s something you can give and take money? he proposed looking to see if anything happened before huffing when he was met with silence

[Silven Kron]

- 2 - 

 

Silven gritted his teeth, shrugging a shoulder. It wasn't fun to be wrong; then again, if you let your ego get in the way of critical thinking, they'd be spending the night on the floor in the hallway. Not ideal. At least it wasn't just him having trouble! 

 

"Yeah, it is kind of...mentally exhausting," Silven agreed with a laugh. "Coming from Durmstrang, it was a little like, whaat? Especially when you just get out of an exam and your brain is just wrung out." Silven chuckled. He shook his head at the question. "Nah, it wasn't a riddle. I think it was just a password like the other houses." Honestly, those details were starting to fade in his mind; it was a few years ago now, and that hadn't been a core memory. 

 

"Good guess," Silven tried to encourage, as Jamie gave a huff of frustration with another wrong guess. Silven leaned against the wall. "Congrats on prefect again, by the way," he added with a grin. "You going to play Quidditch this term?" 

[James Corvus]

3. Feeling as though his brain was liable to bleed out of his ears at any moment Jamie nodded in complete agreement with what Silven was saying Like I get that we are the house of intelligence and all but do we have to prove it every single time we want to get rest it feels slightly masochistic it’s not like the Gryffindors have to brave a lion or jump off a cliff everytime they want to enter theirs right he quipped with a small smirking smile. There was no use complaining about it though it just was what it was. Chewing on his lip Jamie tried to think of his next answer but he was honestly a bit stumped. Giving a slightly bashful smile Jamie cleared his throat Thanks I was honestly surprised that I got it this year, I felt like the other prefects did so much more honestly he admitted. At the mention of Quidditch something in his gut squeezed I would love to but I don’t know if that’s such a good idea he responded somewhat awkwardly. Ever since my bad accident a couple seasons ago I don’t know if I’m fit to go out there, my uh body doesn’t respond to healing spells like everyone else he shared trying to not feel weird sharing that information. Just like Ryder and he had talked about; there was no shame in sharing the realities of his situation What about you do you think you’ll try out or will you take a break to focus on OWLs ? He knew several players did that exact thing during OWLs and NEWTs to avoid being burnt out.