The Syndicate

Another big thank you to all of you! Thank you to Matt and sorry if I was (and I was ) a bossy douche at times, I know I could never have been able to handle this on my own k. Thank you, SVS for everything: from deleting posts made with the sock accounts to various hosting tips and directions as to how everything works around here.



And your banners:







EDIT: Before I forget - Please clear out your sockpuppet accounts, meaning delete your PMs from the inbox and sent folders and change the password back to sock123.

Also, if you want a breath of fresh air, go sign up for Epi's Willow Mafia.

A few things from this host's perspective:

The baddies were indeed excellent in the thread, but I must say I was quite surprised by some of the decisions they made BTS. For instance, I did not understand why you guys chose to kill Agnes on Night1 when there was a very high chance she was Draco, and why you didn't role check her instead of Anna Koldings. Even as Harry, I thought she was worth keeping alive in case you found Draco, which would have basically made him invincible. Harry/Agnes did look good as an inferius, though. You also had your share of bad luck: targeting profs, then Jennet when she got the Cloak (the cloak was won by Barbara/McGonagall, but because it was useless to her, it was passed down to her hardest working student; and that is how she eventually managed to recruit Hermione), then Maret when she got the Elder Wand, then with zombie Agnes when you lost Mary. One of your lucky moments was when you chose to use the Ring Horcrux on Maret: she initially had 100% success rate for her killings and 50% for surviving an attempt on her life, but with the Ring they diminished to 50% and 25% respectively, and that's how you guys killed the serial killer and Malin lived to see another day.

Speaking of bad luck, poor Ravenclaws and Professor Flitwick (I wonder what happened to Gummy, hope he's okay). Three Ravenclaws lynched in a row and then Rebecca/Flitwick disappeared, leaving Anna K all by herself. We had to modkill the three because they were piling up votes and there would have been a mass lynching anyway, but in the case of the Profs their missing votes were also punished with a +1 vote for the next day period, but because it had no effect on them, it would go to one of their students. So in this case Anna/Luna was accumulating Flitwick's missed votes and it did not seem fair at the time. Anna/Luna could thus have been recruited by the first prof form another house who would offer her a home. Unfortunately she was NK'd soon after the modkills. We did inform the players with missing votes that if they don't participate they would either get replaced or be modkilled, but since we didn't find replacements at the time, that was our solution. The Agnes reveal as Harry Potter was because Roxy (who was Agnes/Harry) replaced Hedgie as Anne W and she knew Agnes' identity and to make it fair, we chose to reveal it to all of you.

Kudos to Jennet who was amazing as Hermione (the baddies loved you ). I can't imagine how frustrating it was to have 3 baddies in the bag and not be able to do too much about it without outing yourself. Great hosting some new people: Marshy, Gummy, Splintsie (who was mafia-ing hard during her holiday in the Dominican Republic), Kyle (man, I know I was rooting for Draco to get recruited by everyone, I really liked what you did with the Anne Red character).

Of course, the most exciting moments were when we received the recruiting PMs from the Profs which were followed by either NOOOOO's or YAAAAAAAAAY's.

Gryffindor - McGonagall only recruited Jennet/Hermione
Ravenclaw - no recruits
Hufflepuff - Sprout recruited Merga/Ernie and Alizon/Justin
Slytherin - Snape recruited Maret/Goyle and Anne Red/Draco.

Another interesting aspect was how the Hufflepuffs basically allied with the Death Eaters, and how they almost killed one of their own (Alizon) and ended up helping lynch poor Sarah. We were almost as sad as you guys when DH died since he was the only one who figured Malin out. Plus I digged his 'Good' antics. Then it was surprising how with the amount of vote manipulation from pretty much everywhere, it really had little effect on the actual lynch results and that was because of the bandwagons.

Also, Juliets we didn't do anything about the insanity situation because it was faked.

EVENTS - The Quest for the Deathly Hallows
1. The cloak of invisibility - renders its user completely invisible, thus removing the player off the poll the next day and making them immune to all night actions;
2. The Resurrection Stone - One of the three Deathly Hallows, the Resurrection Stone gives its owner the power to bring back a form of the dead. However, because they are but shadows of their former selves, reason for which they can no longer use their previous power and their vote shall be worthless. If a student is granted the stone and they choose to resurrect another student from a different house, they too shall be resurrected.
3. The Elder Wand - won by Märet because you haven't been studying properly for Arithmancy and this is the lovely message she received: You are now a last man standing serial killer, and thus your previous role is no longer relevant. (Please do not share this with anyone, not even your teammates). You will kill every night. You will survive the first attempt on your life. You will have a 50% chance to survive the second attempt on your life - Juliets, this is how you died

The secrets have been updated on the first page. Regarding the teachers' roles, in order to make the game properly balanced, their votes were worthless, but they did not know that.

The 7 Horcruxes
1. Marvolo Gaunt's Ring - because of the curse cast upon it, the ring will decrease the target’s chances of using their power effectively by 50%;
2. Tom Riddle’s Diary - opens the Chamber of Secrets; whoever dares to mention the name of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named will be role blocked the next night;
3. Helga Hufflepuff’s Cup - being under the Gemino Curse, the cup will make Voldemort’s vote worth twice the next day;
4. Salazar Slytherin’s Locket - using the art of Necromancy and the locket, Lord Voldemort can summon an Inferius from the pool of dead players for a Day and a Night period, thus controlling both their vote and power;
5. Rowena Ravenclaw’s Diadem - said to make its bearer wiser, it shall check the role of a living player;
6. Harry Potter - Harry Potter can be lynched the next day;
7. Nagini - the Dark Lord’s only trusted companion shall force its target to speak parseltongue (Insanification, different from that of Luna’s)

Voldemort can only choose a Horcrux on Night 1. For the rest of the nights, they will be hidden in the Night Polls and voted by all the players.

Sock/Role/Player

1. Merga Bien - Ernie Macmillan - reywaS/SVS
2. Jennet Bierley - Hermione Granger – Metalmarsh89
3. Bridget Bishop -Anthony Goldstein - Epignosis
4. Krystyna Ceynowa - Michael Corner - Boo
5. Alizon Device - Justin Finch-Fletchley - birdwithteeth/Epi 2.0
6. Mary Eastey - Lucius Malfoy - INH
7. Entjen Gillis - Pansy Parkinson - fingersplints
8. Sarah Good - Hannah Abbott - DH
9. Katharina Henot - Pomona Sprout - Bea
10. Märet Jonsdotter - Gregory Goyle - Dom
11. Anna Koldings - Luna Lovegood - Mongoose/Boo 2.0
12. Barbara Kollerin - Minerva McGonagall - Timmer
13. Malin Matsdotter - Lord Voldemort - Llama
14. Kael Merrie – Cedric Diggory - Bass the Clever
15. Rebecca Nurse - Filius Flitwick - Gumshoe
16. Alice Nutter - Severus Snape - Mister Rearranger
17. Margaret Pearson - Cho Chang - Vomps
18. Agnes Sampson - Harry Potter - Roxy
19. Anne Redferne - Draco Malfoy - Kylemii
20. Margarethe Reinberg - Ron Weaslyey - juliets
21. Jane Southworth – Bellatrix Lestrange - Turnip Head
22. Karin Svensdotter - Antonin Dolohov - Elo
23. Anne Whittle - Vincent Crabbe - Hedge/Roxy 2.0
24. Brita Zippel - Neville Longbottom Sorsha

The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall was dark and scattered with stars, and below it the four long house tables were lined with dishevelled students, some in traveling cloaks, others in dressing gowns. Alizon looked up to Katharina:

‘Professor, will we make it out of this alive?’

Katharina remained silent, but forced a reassuring smile.
In the meantime, Barbara, who was speaking from the raised platform at the top of the Hall, was trying to organise the younger students and have them escorted safely out of the castle.

‘Prefects, when I give the word, you will organise your house and take your charges, in an orderly fashion, to the evacuation point.’

Jennet stood up at the Gryffindor table and shouted: ‘And what if we want to stay and fight?’

There was a smattering of applause. But as the applause died, an echo of a single pair of hands clapping was getting closer until the one responsible for it was standing in the doorway of the Great Hall.

‘Bravo! Bravo!’ hissed Malin. ‘How very charming! How very touching! How very foolish! Look at you, all brave and ready to die… and for what? You could join me and my trusted servants here’ she was pointing at Jane and Karin, who were now pulling out their wands.
‘Yes! Join me and you shall be rewarded!’

‘NEVER!’ shouted Alizon at the Hufflepuff table.

‘EXPELLIARMUS!’ and Karin caught Alizon’s wand in her free hand.


‘I… I trusted you!’

‘That was the idea’ grinned Karin.

‘And we trusted you too’ said Jane letting out a maniacal laughter.

‘Professor! Jennet! Barb!’ Alizon desperately looked from one face to another, but then she realised they could not do anything. Jennet and Barbara were but mere shadows of their former selves only kept in this world by the Resurrection Stone. Katharina tried to reach for her wand, but she was weak and Jane was faster.

‘AVADA KEDAVRA’ roared Malin and a flash of green light filled the Great Hall and everyone but Malin’s sidekicks lay breathless with a look a terror in their now dead eyes.

‘The time of the pure-bloods is here! Go now and fulfil you destinies! The world is ours… and darkness shall rule over it.’

Katharina Henot wrote: That said - I also have a VERY important question:

Dear Sweet and Totally Evol Hosts: Do our rezzed players come back able to use their Night Powers?

Hagrid was waiting for his class at the door of his hut. He stood in his moleskin overcoat, with Fang the boarhound at his heels, looking impatient to start.

‘C’mon, now, get a move on!’ he called, as the class approached. ‘Got a real treat for yeh today! Great lesson comin’ up! Everyone here? Right, follow me!’

For one nasty moment Sarah thought Hagrid was going to lead them into the Forest; she had heard and witnessed enough about the place to last her a lifetime. However, Hagrid strolled off around the edge of the trees, and five minutes later, they found themselves outside a kind of paddock. There was nothing in there.

‘Everyone gather round the fence here!’ he called. ‘That’s it – make sure yeh can see. ‘

Trotting towards them were a dozen of the most bizarre creatures the students had ever seen. They had the bodies, hind legs and tails of horses, but the front legs, wings and heads of what seemed to be giant eagles, with cruel, steel-coloured beaks and large, brilliantly orange eyes.

‘Hippogriffs!’ Hagrid roared happily, waving a hand at them. ‘Now, firs’ thing yeh gotta know abou’ Hippogriffs is they’re proud. Easily offended, Hippogriffs are. Don’t never insult one, ‘cause it might be the last thing yeh do. Right – who wants to go first?’

Alizon pushed Sarah from behind.

‘Good girl, Sarah! Let’s see how you get on with Buckbeak… Yeh’ve got eye contact, now try not ter blink – Hippogriffs don’t trust yeh if yeh blink too much…’

Sarah’s eyes immediately began to water and she closed them by accident. It happened in a flash of steely talons; Sarah let out a high-pitched scream and next moment she felt the beak puncture her lungs and the front claws tearing her flesh apart. Before Hagrid managed to calm the beast down, Sarah was lying dead in a pool of blood surrounded by chunks of her own flesh.

Sarah Good has been lynched. She was Hannah Abbott.

It is now Night 10. You have 23 hours to send in your PMs.

Day 10
Who is the heir of Slytherin?

Poll ended at Thu Mar 13, 2014 2:20 am

Jennet Bierley
2
Jennet Bierley (8), Barbara Kollerin (11)
13%

Alizon Device
0
No votes

Sarah Good
6
Anne Redferne (5), Karin Svensdotter (6), Alice Nutter (9), Malin Matsdotter (10), Alizon Device (14), Katharina Henot (15)
40%

Katharina Henot
0
No votes

Barbara Kollerin
0
No votes

Malin Matsdotter
1
Sarah Good (3)
7%

Alice Nutter
1
Jane Southworth (13)
7%

Anne Redferne
0
No votes

Jane Southworth
0
No votes

Karin Svensdotter
0
No votes

Geddy Lee (Hosts/Mod/Deadies)
5
Lizzy (1), A Person (2), Metalmarsh89 (4), Entjen Gillis (7), S~V~S (12)
33%
Total votes : 15

‘THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.’ ‘What the hell is that supposed to mean?’ asked Märet staring at the foot-high words that had been daubed on the wall between two windows, shimmering in the light cast by the flaming torches.

‘I haven’t the foggiest, and something tells me I’d not like to have the foggiest either. See… that’s blood. Thank you, good morning!’ said Malin turning away from the wall and looking for a place where she could throw up in peace. But as she turned, the armour that was right in front of her disintegrated into fine slivery dust.

‘WHO DID THAT? Did you see that? Someone tried to blow me to smithereens!’ cried Malin, but everyone seemed too busy examining the writing to pay any kind of attention to her.

‘I’ll get to the bottom of this!’ Märet told herself as the Professors and Prefects started to escort the crowd to their bedrooms. When they got to a corridor packed with statues and armours on both sides, she quietly sneaked behind a statue of an old witch and waited until the coast was clear.

‘The library has to have something on this. The Chamber of Secrets… Maybe there is some sort of weapon there we could use to defend ourselves’ thought Märet as she was making her way through the narrow corridors leading to the library. As she was getting closer, she heard whispers which sounded remarkably close to hissing sounds, and when she finally got turned around a corner, the scenery that greeted her left her speechless and breathless. A familiar face was standing next to what seemed like a gigantic serpent, hissing softly in its years.

‘Ah, Märet! I didn’t think anyone would be so unbelievably foolish to walk around the castle like this. Oh well! I’ve heard stupidity can be lethal. Should we test that?’ said the cold voice and started to hiss in the beast’s ear again.

With fantastic agility, despite its impressive size, the basilisk jumped at Märet’s arm almost tearing it apart. She dropped on her knees, feeling an excruciating pain, while she slowly got drowsier and drowsier and her vision turned blurry. Several minutes later, she was lying dead on a deserted corridor in the vicinity of the library.

Malin Matsdotter has survived a kill attempt with the mysterious disintegrating curse.

Märet Jonsdotter has been killed by Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

It is now Day 10. You have 48 hours to lynch someone.

Also, let us know what you think of 24-hour day periods.

Naturally, Anne W. had been affected by Merga’s death in Honeydukes, but she was desperately looking for something to quench her thirst and drinking a few bottles of pumpkin juice on top of Merga’s body might have been considered tactless. Thus, she took advantage of the mess inside the candy shop to sneak out and head for the Three Broomsticks. At long last! She quaffed three pints of butterbeer before you could say ‘Merlin’s beard!’ and kindly asked Madame Rosmerta for four more bottles which she hid in her robes. By the time she got out she was feeling a tad tipsy. ‘I wonder if there was any firewhisky in there. HIC! Blimey! Better go back to the castle!’ so she headed back wobbling and checking from time to time if her bottles were still intact, and the only way to do that was to take a test it properly and take a sip from time to time. After a couple of hours, she found herself surrounded by tall dark trees, and sheer and utter silence. Anne had never been so deep in the Forbidden Forest before, so she wondered how the bloody hell she ended up in there in the first place. Still dizzy and fairly intoxicated, she noticed a trail of spiders moving along the path. She reached for her wand ‘LUMOS’ and decided to follow the spiders, because that is what you normally do. She couldn’t move very quickly; there were tree roots and stumps in their way, barely visible in the near blackness, plus, she was still drunk.

She walked for what it seemed like at least half an hour, her robes snagging on low-slung branches and brambles. After a while she noticed that the ground seemed to be sloping downwards, though the trees were as thick as ever. She tripped and started rolling downhill. Something hairy by extremely soft had cushioned her fall. ‘Cheers, mate!’ but before she could marvel at the beast that was near her, a pair of giant pincers penetrated her neck and the venom killed her instantaneously.

Anne Whittle has been lynched. She was Vincent Crabbe.

It is now Night 9. You have 23 hours to send in your PMs.

Day 9
Who is a nasty Death Eater?

Poll ended at Mon Mar 10, 2014 2:06 am

Jennet Bierley
0
No votes

Alizon Device
1
Alice Nutter (9)
7%

Sarah Good
0
No votes

Katharina Henot
0
No votes

Märet Jonsdotter
0
No votes

Barbara Kollerin
0
No votes

Malin Matsdotter
1
Sarah Good (13)
7%

Alice Nutter
0
No votes

Anne Redferne
0
No votes

Jane Southworth
0
No votes

Karin Svensdotter
5
Jennet Bierley (2), Barbara Kollerin (3), Anne Whittle (5), Anne Redferne (7), Märet Jonsdotter (8)
33%

Anne Whittle
5
Katharina Henot (10), Malin Matsdotter (11), Alizon Device (12), Karin Svensdotter (14), Jane Southworth (15)
33%

Fluttershy (Hosts/Mod/Deadies)
3
Lizzy (1), S~V~S (4), A Person (6)
20%

Total votes : 15

To everyone’s delight there was to be a first Hogsmeade trip on the first week of November.

‘I can’t wait for a change of scenery!’ sighed Merga.

‘You said it’ came Katharina’s voice from behind her Hogwarts: A History book. ‘Although, last time I went out for some fresh air, I almost got snogged to death by that Dementor.’

On the morning of the trip, everyone was wrapped in cloaks and scarves, and extremely excited to explore the only all-wizarding village in Britain.

First stop was Honeydukes. The place was already so crowded with Hogwarts students that no one seemed to notice any dubious individuals trying to blend in. There were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-coloured toffee; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of Every Flavour Beans, and another of Fizzing Whizzbees, the levitating sherbet balls everyone had been talking about; along yet another wall were ‘Special Effects’ sweets: Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum (which filled a room with bluebell-coloured bubbles that refused to pop for days), the strange, splintery Toothflossing Stringmints, tiny black Pepper Imps (‘breathe fire for your friends!’), Ice Mice (‘hear your teeth chatter and squeak!’), peppermint creams shaped like toads (‘hop realistically in the stomach!’), fragile sugar-spun quills and exploding bonbons.

Merga squeezed herself through the crowd and saw a sign hanging in the furthest corner of the shop (‘Unusual Tastes’) and noticed Katharina was standing underneath it examining a tray of blood-flavoured lollipops. Merga sneaked up behind her.

‘BOO!’

‘Yeah, not working. And you dropped your Beans bag. Let me get that for you’ said Katharina as she bent to reach for Merga’s bag.

A flash of green light and Merga collapsed lifeless near Katharina’s hand.

Merga Bien has been killed by Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

It is now Day 9. You have 48h to lynch someone.

Märet Jonsdotter wrote:HOSTS: Are events in the posts for storytelling purposes, or do they have a bearing on the game?

Some do.

Alizon Device wrote:

Lizzy wrote:

Alizon Device wrote:

Lizzy wrote: ‘Let’s burn her!’ shouted Märet, as Alizon searched her pocket and reached something that was not her wand.

Yes, you do know how to pick your moment.

I was confused. I didn't think they made 8 centimeter wands.

Reported.

Alizon Device wrote:

Lizzy wrote: ‘Let’s burn her!’ shouted Märet, as Alizon searched her pocket and reached something that was not her wand.

Yes, you do know how to pick your moment.

After the carnage that took place on the Quidditch pitch, the students were immediately sent off to the safety of their dormitories (sic!). The blaring silence of the group as they we got to the common room did not last for long.

‘I saw you pull out your wand and point it at the players ’said Anne W. giving Alizon a push.

‘That is utter nonsense!’ spat Alizon returning the favour. ‘Now that I think about it, you did have your hands in the pockets that whole time’

‘Alizon’s right’ agreed Malin. ‘I also saw you mumbling something while staring at the brooms’

‘Are you out of your bloody mind? I am not going to just stand here like an idiot while you’re throwing accusations at me!’

‘What are you going to do? Pull out your wand and finish us off like you did with the others?’ laughed Mailn.

‘I am not liking this, and I am positive that if anyone’s capable of such things, that person has to be Alizon’ observed Merga.

‘I would never do that and I’ve explained to you. If you’re so daft that you can’t get it, that’s you’re problem’ retorted Alizon.

‘See? Now this is the typical attitude of a cold blooded killer’ muttered Sarah behind Alice, who seemed to agree.

‘Hear hear.’

‘I’m not so sure’ said Anne R. ‘Malin kinda looks like a witch.’

‘Let’s burn her!’ shouted Märet, as Alizon searched her pocket and reached something that was not her wand.

‘And she turned me into a newt!’ screamed Jane. *complete silence* ‘… I got better.’

‘But she does have a wart’ said Karin pointing at her nose looking a bit disgusted.

‘What does this have to do with anything?’ cried Malin, who was now becoming hysterical.

‘I’m at work right now, but burn her anyway!’ Kathy joined in.

‘STOP IT! ALL OFF YOU!’ The witches turned towards the door, and there in all her splendour stood Jennet pale as a ghost. ‘This is not the way to solve any issues’

‘She’s right’ said Barbara from behind her.

No-one has been lynched.

Jennet Bierley has been called back from the dead. Barbara Kollerin decided to follow.

It is now Night 8. You have 23 hours to send in your PMs.

Day 8
Who deserves to be lynched?

Poll ended at Fri Mar 07, 2014 1:57 am

Merga Bien
0
No votes

Alizon Device
4
Merga Bien (2), Sarah Good (4), Alice Nutter (5), Anne Whittle (8)
25%

Sarah Good
0
No votes

Katharina Henot
0
No votes

Märet Jonsdotter
0
No votes

Malin Matsdotter
5
Anne Redferne (11), Märet Jonsdotter (13), Karin Svensdotter (14), Jane Southworth (15), Katharina Henot (16)
31%

Alice Nutter
0
No votes

Anne Redferne
0
No votes

Jane Southworth
0
No votes

Karin Svensdotter
0
No votes

Anne Whittle
2
Alizon Device (9), Malin Matsdotter (12)
13%

Phil Collins apparently (Hosts/Mod/Deadies)
5
Lizzy (1), S~V~S (3), Margarethe Reinberg (6), A Person (7), Jennet Bierley (10)
31%
Total votes : 16

Margarethe Reinberg wrote:Thank you for the fun game Lizzy and A Person!

With no recent deaths, the witches decided to have a bit of fun. They grabbed some of the school’s old brooms and headed to the Quidditch pitch. It was a beautiful day for a change; the sun was finally free to shine away on that superb blue October sky. Laughing and cheering, the group split: some went to the stands to watch their colleagues play, the others mounted their brooms, released the balls, and rose high, high into the air. As one of the keepers, Margarethe was flying around the goalposts squinting her eyes in search for any in coming Quaffle or Buldger. In the distance Barbara was approaching her at high speed, narrowly missing a Buldger sent her way by Anna. With a spectacular dive Margarethe managed an amazing save. Quaffle high in her hand, she bowed her head at the small crowd’s frantic applause. Even Barb in front of her was impressed and gave her a thumbs-up. As she turned away to resume her position, she heard the crow grasp and then witnessed chaos ensuing. Wondering what on earth had happened this time, she felt something wet and warm running down her cheek. She raised a trembling hand, and what she saw next generated a deafening scream that reached the whistle register: blood with small bits of flesh in it. She turned towards where she last saw Margarethe, but there was no-one flying around the goalposts anymore. Instead, her blooded broom was gleaming merrily in the rays of the sun. She screamed again, but this time she lost control of the broom which threw her off, and before she could realise what was going on, she was lying on the pitch with a broken neck and spine. In all that kerfuffle, Anna managed to land safely and joined her colleagues who were now staring at Barbara’s dead body, some of them having bits of Margarethe on their robes, faces or in their hair. Then, a flash of green light, and Anna collapsed lifelessly on one of her peers. The Quidditch pitch looked like a set from a horror film: it now held two dead bodies and fragments from a third. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining on a superb October sky.

Margarethe Reinberg has been killed by a mysterious disintegrating curse.
Barbara Kollerin died of non-magical causes.
Anna Koldings has been killed by Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

It is now Day 8. You have 48 hours to find a culprit.

Night 7

What is your favorite Ancient Rune?

Poll runs till Wed Mar 05, 2014 2:49 am
You may select 1 option

Unicorn
8
Alice Nutter (1), Märet Jonsdotter (2), Anna Koldings (4), Barbara Kollerin (8), Katharina Henot (9), Karin Svensdotter (10), Jane Southworth (11), Margarethe Reinberg (12)
62%

Graphorn
5
Sarah Good (3), Merga Bien (5), Anne Redferne (6), Alizon Device (7), Malin Matsdotter (13)
38%

Total votes : 13

Märet Jonsdotter wrote:Love that Night Post, hosts

Hem hem! Inspection in the dormitories.

As of late, Alizon Device had been one of the more vocal students in regards to the deaths and kill attempts that seemed to have become part of the routine at Hogwarts this year, reason for which she started to get a lot of heat from her fellow witches.

During one of the longer breaks, Alizon found herself walking alone and exploring the school grounds in search of clues. She went past vegetable patch and Professor Sprouts greenhouses, when she reached the green lawns and in front of her stood a peculiar looking tree. While she was contemplating its knuckle-like twigs and branches as thick as battering rams, the sound of footsteps and murmurs reached her ears. Alizon turned around just to witness a familiar looking sight: a party of her fellow witches, wands in hand, were approaching her menacingly.

‘Mary’ was the first thing that went through her mind. ‘I’ll end up like Mary. I cannot end up like that. I simply can’t’ she told herself as the sentiment of horror was filling every inch of her body. She pulled out her wand, and with extraordinary reflexes deflected two hexes that were aimed at her chest. As she was focused on deflecting the wave of spells fired at her, Alizon did not realise that as she was stepping backwards she was basically heading for another death trap. Just as she managed to produce an extremely powerful shield charm, she felt an excruciating pain across her shoulder, like whip hit had burnt her flesh. Her colleagues in front of her had suddenly halted and looked up in horror. Before she could turn around to see what was happening, she felt her back smashed and was floating high in the air. Twenty yards from her original position, she fell face forward on the green lawn at the foot of her petrified fellow witches.

‘Is she breathing?’ asked Barbara.

‘Let me go check’ said Anne R. She turned Alizon over. It was anything but a pretty sight, but then nodded.

The others sighed with relief.

‘Well, don’t just stand there like a dead hippogriff’ she scowled. ‘Let’s take her to the hospital wing’

No-one has been lynched.

It is now Night 6. You have 23 hours to send in your PMs.

Day 6
Who deserves a gruesome death?

Poll ended at Sat Mar 01, 2014 1:29 am

Merga Bien
0
No votes

Alizon Device
7
Anne Whittle (4), Merga Bien (6), Anne Redferne (8), Barbara Kollerin (12), Sarah Good (13), Märet Jonsdotter (14), Katharina Henot (17)
39%

Sarah Good
0
No votes

Katharina Henot
0
No votes

Märet Jonsdotter
1
Malin Matsdotter (16)
6%

Anna Koldings
0
No votes

Barbara Kollerin
0
No votes

Malin Matsdotter
4
Karin Svensdotter (10), Alice Nutter (11), Alizon Device (15), Jane Southworth (18)
22%

Kael Merrie
0
No votes

Rebecca Nurse
0
No votes

Alice Nutter
0
No votes

Anne Redferne
0
No votes

Margarethe Reinberg
0
No votes

Jane Southworth
0
No votes

Karin Svensdotter
0
No votes

Anne Whittle
0
No votes

Brita Zippel
1
Anna Koldings (3)
6%

Showaddywaddy (Hosts/Mod/Deadies)
5
Lizzy (1), Jennet Bierley (2), A Person (5), Kate (7), Entjen Gillis (9)
28%

Total votes : 18

Jennet was in a better mood as of late. Mary’s reveal scored important points as far as her confidence levels were concerned. She was again having breakfast in the Great Hall with her peers, when the postal workers flew in, and a tawny owl dropped an even smaller parcel than the previous one right in front of her. She took it in her hands, turned it on all sides, but this time there was no note. ‘Hmmm… I suspect I’m not supposed to open it here.’ Like last time, she excused herself from the table and ran to the dormitory, excited that it might be yet another extraordinary gift. She locked the door and quickly unwrapped the package. Inside there was beautiful golden necklace holding an exquisite pendant encrusted with green gems. She took in her hands and put it around her neck. At once, Jennet rose into the air, not as others had done, suspended comically by the ankle, but gracefully, her arms outstretched, as though she were about to fly; her eyes were closed and her face quite empty of expression. Then, six feet above the floor, Jennet let out a horrible scream. Her eyes flew open but whatever she could see, or whatever she was feeling, was clearly causing her terrible anguish. In an instant the necklace closed tight around her neck and was constricting her wind pipe. Unable to move or scream anymore, she felt life slowly and painfully leaving her. Moments later, her lifeless body fell with a loud crash on the dormitory floor.

...

Entjen was rarely seen hanging out with her peers. She knew some of them were suspecting her of being behind some of the failed attempts at her colleagues’ lives. One day as she was strolling along a lonely corridor she kept thinking how nice it would be if there only was a place where she could be properly alone to gather her thoughts. And just as she was thinking that, a door materialised on an empty wall. ‘This must be it’ she told herself. ‘This… This is the Room of Requirement.’ So every day when she had the opportunity, she’d seek refuge there, where she would feel at peace. That morning, when everyone rushed to the dormitory from where an awful scream came, Entjen found it a great excuse to go to the Room of Requirement. She went in and sat in an armchair, eyes closed. ‘Hello, Gillis’. She jumped out of her armchair and turned around. Vincent Crabbe was standing behind her, his wand pointing right at Entjen. ‘So this is where you’re plotting your next moves. Like it hot, scum?’ roared Crabbe, but he seemed to have no control over what he had done. Flames of abnormal size were pursuing them, licking up the sides of the junk bulwarks, which were crumbling to soot at their touch. They both started running towards the door. Now the fire was mutating, forming a gigantic pack of fiery beasts: flaming serpents, Chimaeras and dragons rose and fell and rose again and the detritus of centuries on which they were feeding was thrown up in the air into their fanged mouths, tossed high on clawed feet, before being consumed by the inferno. Crabbe managed to get to the door. Entjen was not that far behind, but in a moment of confusion, she tripped. Crabbe closed the door, but still got a glimpse of the flames swallowing Entjen in an instant.

...

Agnes Sampson... the girl who lived... come to die.

...

Jennet Bierley has been killed by Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

Entjen Gillis has been killed by Vincent Crabbe.

Agnes Sampson has been summoned back to Tartarus.

It is now Day 6. You have 48 hours to lynch someone.

The students had had it. They were definitely not going to sit on their arses while someone was out to get them (even though they were failing miserably). Sensing she might be in danger of ending like some of her more unfortunate peers, Mary Eastey thought it brilliant to seek refuge in the boy’s bathroom. There, she stood with her back to the door, her hands clutching either side of the sink, her dark hairy head bowed.

‘Don’t’ crooned Moaning Myrtle’s voice from one of the cubicles. ‘Don’t… tell me what’s wrong… I can help you…’

‘No one can help me,’ said Mary. Her whole body was shaking. ‘I can’t do it… I can’t… it hasn’t worked… and unless I do it soon… he says he’ll kill me. ..’

Mary was crying – actually crying- tears streaming down her pale face into the grimy basin. She grasped and gulped and them, with a great shudder, looked up into the cracked mirror and saw a group of witches staring at her over her shoulder.

Mary wheeled round, drawing her wand. Instinctively all the others pulled out their own. There was a loud bang and the bin behind Margarethe exploded; Entjen attempted a Leg-Locker Curse that backfired off the wall behind Mary’s ear and smashed the cistern beneath Moaning Myrtle, who screamed loudly; water poured everywhere and Karin slipped over as Mary, her face contorted, cried,

‘AVADA-‘

‘SECTUMSEMPRA’ bellowed Märet from the floor, waving her wand wildly.

Blood spurted from Mary’s face and chest as though she had been slashed by an invisible sword. She staggered backwards and collapsed on to the floor with a great splash, her wand falling from her limp right hand. The other witches stood there in shock. Merga hesitantly walked towards Mary’s uncontrollably shaking body in a pool of her own blood. She looked at Mary’s face then nodded to the others. She then bent, dipped two fingers in the blood and wrote Mary’s name on the wall. Silently, they walked out and left her to bleed to death. Several hours later, Mary was joining Myrtle in haunting the boy’s bathroom, but couldn’t help hold back a curse:

‘How could they get my f***ing name wrong?’

Mary Eastey has been lynched. She was Lucius Malfoy.

It is now Night 5. You have 23 hours to send in your PMs.

Night 4

So what is the most boring part of the History of Magic curriculum?

Poll ended at Mon Feb 24, 2014 1:42 am

The Gargoyle Strike of 1911
7
Malin Matsdotter (3), Jane Southworth (7), Barbara Kollerin (8), Anne Redferne (9), Märet Jonsdotter (10), Alice Nutter (13), Mary Eastey (16)
41%

Witch Hunts
1
Alizon Device (14)
6%

Goblin Rebellions
2
Jennet Bierley (2), Sarah Good (11)
12%

Giant Wars
5
Karin Svensdotter (4), Merga Bien (5), Katharina Henot (12), Margarethe Reinberg (15), Entjen Gillis (17)
29%

Storage Wars :O (Hosts/Mod/Deadies)
2
Lizzy (1), S~V~S (6)
12%

Total votes : 17

Merga Bien wrote: Do the night polls have any meaning?

Events management.

Maggie Pearson seemed fairly detached from all the recent ado going on at Hogwarts. ‘Tis ture she usually liked to keep to herself, but on this occasion it seemed like the news of the recently identified body struck her harder than she would have anticipated.

Once she reached the classroom where Defence against the Dark Arts was held, she yanked her robes straight and headed for a seat at the back of the class, where she busied herself with piling several hardcover copies of Plato’s works in front of him so she could avoid looking at others. When the whole, class was seated, substitute Professor Lockhart (yeah, that bloke!) cleared his throat loudly and silence fell.

‘Me, Gilderoy Lockhart… [blah]… and so to business.’ Margaret suddenly woke up after one hour and a half.

‘Now - be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest magic and creatures known to wizardkind!’

In spite of herself, Maggie leaned around her pile of books for a better look at the large covered cage, Lockhart had just lifted onto his desk.

‘I must ask you not to scream. It might provoke them.’

As the whole class held its breath, Lockhart whipped off the cover.

‘Yes’, he said dramatically. ‘Freshly caught Cornish pixies.’

‘What the…’ exclaimed Margaret.

‘Right then. Let’s see what you make of them!’ And he opened the cage.

It was pandemonium. The blue pixies shot in every direction like rockets. Two of them seized Margaret by the ears and lifted her into the air, while other two opened the window. Before she could realise what on earth was happening to her, the pixies took Margaret out the window, and dropped her on the hard ground that was the school’s back yard. She landed face first and broke into a hundred pieces.

Margaret Pearson has been lynched. She was Cho Chang.

It is now Night 4. You have 23 hours to send in your PMs.

Jennet Bierley wrote:

Lizzy wrote:Lovely theories in regards to Agnes' reveal, but before things might get out of hand, I'd like to take this moment to tell you that you should take it as the hosts' gift to you all. Together we can build a peaceful and better world; a world dominated by balance, fairness and overall respect for universal fundamental ethical principles.

Ahem! You get the picture.

If that is the case, would you kindly add that to the dead players' post pretty please Mr. Host Sir?

Done! Sorry, I missed that the other day . All's nice and updated on the front page!

And it's Miss Hostess to you! *strokes beard*

After the recent events, everyone was seriously shaken. One morning while having breakfast in silence with her peers, Jennet’s attention was caught by the owls that flooded into the Great Hall as usual, but this time a particularly large barn owl, dropped a small parcel in front of her, almost spilling half a bowl of porridge in her lap. Taking the light package in her hands, she noticed a small note attached to it: ‘DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE’. There was no signature. Jennet stared at the note. ‘What on earth could it be?’ She excused herself from the table and rushed to the dormitory. After checking if the coast was clear, she started to unwrap it. Something fluid and silvery grey went slithering to the floor, where it lay in gleaming folds. She grasped, picking the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material. She threw the Cloak around her shoulders and turned to look into the mirror. Jennet gave a yell as it was only her head suspended in mid-air that looked back at her.

‘Blimey! This is amazing!’ She had to try it, now. She pulled it over her head and headed out right past Mrs Norris, who stopped for a second sensing an odd draft, but then cat-shrugged and continued patrolling down the corridor.

Jennet felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest, the adrenaline filling every inch of her being as she got to the Entrance Hall and got out through the wooden doors and went straight to the Forbidden Forest. It was a gloomy morning, but the fresh air and the sense of freedom felt marvellous. She slid past Hagrid’s cabin and found herself at the edge of the Forest. Taking a deep breath, she let curiosity get the best of her, and went in. She didn’t have to walk for long, when suddenly she heard a rustle. It wasn’t the wind. She stopped. A cloaked figure appeared from behind the trunk of a large tree.

‘Are you lost, child?’ the hissing voice seemed to have frozen Jennet to the marrow of her bones, when she realised that her head was exposed and floating in the air.

‘You are just too easy. It almost takes away from the excitement. Alas! It saddens me I have to deal such stupid and pathetic creatures. No-one should mourn you! Actually, no-one will!’ he said again, laughing maniacally. He raised his wand:

‘AVADA KE…’
‘EXPULSO’

The hooded figure was thrown back, and before he could figure out what had just happened, he got up and was swollen by the darkness of the Forest.

Jennet turned around to see who save her.

‘Oh! It was you…’

Jennet Bierley has survived a night kill attempt from Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

It is now Day 4. You have 48 hours to lynch someone.

And this just in: Agnes Sampson was Harry Potter.

Krystyna Ceynowa was running late for her History of Magic class.

‘I feel no remorse for lynching Bridget. I think she wanted it, and she certainly got it’ she kept telling herself, but her nervously grinding/clenching her teeth and squeezing Bathilda Bagshot’s book under her arm seemed to suggest otherwise. As she was walking down the corridor, pairs of eyes were following her, judging her, weighing her every move.

‘What were you thinking?’ hissed Märet.

‘Do you really think there is such a thing as standard baddie behaviour?’ barked Alizon.

‘Well, I don’t know. But I didn’t expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition’ retorted Krystyna.

*JARRING CHORD*

Cardinal Ximenez: NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION! Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our *three* weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again.

Krystyna confused: Uhm… I didn’t expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.

*JARRING CHORD*

Cardinal Ximenez: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapons are surprise...blah blah blah. Cardinal, read the charges.

Cardinal Fang: You are hereby charged that you did on diverse dates commit acts of witchcraft and heresy against the Holy Church. 'My old man said follow the--'

Ximenez: That's enough. [To Krystyna] Now, how do you plead?

Krystyna: Innocent!

Ximenez: Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! *DIABOLICAL LAUGHTER* We'll soon change your mind about that!
*DIABOLICAL ACTING* Biggles! Fetch...THE CUSHIONS! *JARRING CHORD!*
Death by soft cushions it shall be!

… and it was.

Krystyna Ceynowa has been lynched. She was Michael Corner.

It is Now Night 3. You have 22 hours to send in your PMs.

Anne Redferne wrote: Yooooo hosts would we hypothetically be informed if such things as recruitments or the gaining of btscs were to take place in some manner?

Excellent question.

Alice Nutter wrote: @Hostesses: Can I change it to Krystyna? (prolly not )

Nope.

Night 2

Which one of Jupiter's Moons has more impact on your life?

Poll ended at Tue Feb 18, 2014 1:39 am

Io
4
Krystyna Ceynowa (3), Anna Koldings (8), Margaret Pearson (10), Rebecca Nurse (19)
20%

Europa
3
Barbara Kollerin (5), Märet Jonsdotter (9), Entjen Gillis (14)
15%

Ganymede
4
Sarah Good (4), Alice Nutter (7), Brita Zippel (16), Jane Southworth (17)
20%

Callisto
4
Anne Redferne (2), Karin Svensdotter (6), Malin Matsdotter (12), Mary Eastey (18)
20%

Thebe
3
Katharina Henot (11), Margarethe Reinberg (13), Jennet Bierley (15)
15%

Sailor Moon (Hosts/Mod/Deadies)
2
Lizzy (1), Roxy (20)
10%
Total votes : 20